Silent eyes,
Look into my own,
Partched and colorless.
Silent eyes,
Where have you been
After the day your tears
Brought me life
And the waters flowed again?
Each night I lower cupped hands
Into my reservoir
And pour it’s life
At the place you were.
But I have poured my last,
And now sit motionless
As before,
Save for my rememberance of you.
Silent eyes,
I no longer ask for life.
Break your vow of silence
And stay.
© 2009 Ron Herman
Tags: devotion, remembrance