Quitely she sits..

Quietly she sits.
Gazing eyes resting.
Thoughts passing through,
The ones you can see,

Like transparent glass.
It alivens the room,
A fury of silent thoughts,
Surrounds the air,
As she slips,
into her own dreams we dare.

Her halo,
Slowly dimming.
With soft hands,
comforting.
The thoughts,
still buzzing.

Obvious is the grief,
understanding limited.
Clear is the pain,
Salvation the unclear path,
of which we try to take,
grab her by the hand..
and drag her along the path,
to a final solution.

Failure,
Her quite thoughts,
not shared.
The loved ones
have all but stopped to care.
Damnation,
is her only salvation.

Her halo,
fallen,
her smile...
gone.
A final bye,
we speak to her..
As she lays on her death bed..

Final byes..
To a loved one.