Beauty that is scared by pain

 Ever passing anguish left it’s trace

 The sadness etched across your face

 A memory of death’s last embrace

 All the tears  your closed eyelids hold

 All the longings your words have told

 Gathered in lips that make no cry

 The still silence of your lifted face

 a memory of death’s last embrace.

                        james norman

                                  blessedguard