Her Name

In silence she waits. calmly she says,
"I am dying..."
"I do not know how long I have left."

Her smile is late, my reply I contemplate.
Confused and in shame, I can not say her name.
Her eyes are clear, they show no fear.

Riddled with muddled emotions my words seemingly attack,
"Speak clearly and explain to me what you're talking about!"

In reply,as a silent sigh...She falls to her knees and begins to cry,
"I see a life I have not lived"
"I see a world that does not give"
"I dream of gardens and beauty beyond"
"I dream of a love that may never be found"
"I have waited so long, I have been patient and strong"
"Finally I break, these walls I forsake"

Then silence...
Is she dead?
Then I heard her.Inside my head.
She is right,
As clear as the moon is tonight.
I can not say her name
I understand her pain
She is not dying, its not death
She is breathing, a different breath
She is only helpless to change
that which remains forever the same
She knows I know.

With this she lifts her head, she begins to rise... focus arrives upon her eyes.

she smiles as she begins to fade.