Smiling

Tending to the dream
From deep in the dark

Remembering the breath
Stolen away

Hoping much too hard
To bring you to life

Smiling nonetheless
For that’s what you loved  

Standing There

What to do with these eyes
Stricken since soon after birth
This beaming
Grin
Staccato-broken by battered hope

These ruining that
Silken, star-reaching 
Silhouette 
Who is thee
What to do they both wondered