Observer

I am standing here, silent - still
I wait here for nothing more than a smile
while tears form for the unknown faces.

Their faces are tired, scarred,
smooth, flawed, tense, relieved,
happy, depressed, searching,
hiding, open, closed - human.

Their humanity enthralls
my observing mind, I want to know
the stories lurking just behind
their dieing eyes. I want
to remember their names,
recognize their voices,
look into their eyes;
and pay a silent tribute
to their existence.