Your Silent Face
Your silent face
says words
no breath could pass
Glazed eyes
cold and silent
stare into a naked
eternity
Shadows
still and
quiet
I walk with you,
I walk with you
I hold your
sterile hand
We are on the line
so gently we
hang
oscillating away
in our existence
It has come to this
our beginning
It came to this
our end
Your silent face
does no more
than smile
© 2003, Patrick Hurley
Images: Patrick Hurley
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