Compassion without thought

I whisper the muses name

Silently I whisper

In silken dreams of the dead

Exhale a lasting breath

Solemnly rest my head

 

Empty eyes bereft of life

Tell tales of two lifetimes

Ignorance pleads a gift

Silent in its chimes

 

Waif like hands

Reaching for a gift of air

Wait for a second thought

Patient emptiness is simply not there

 

Gather in the shadows

Live between silver baroque reflections

A sigh is not a gasp

Impure in saintly reaction

 

Silently I kiss

A silken taste and bled

Inhaled upon the dirt

Listen to whats not said

 

Silent

Immersed

Compassion without thought

Given a gift of life

I close my blackened eyes

 

Silent

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