Old Silver
By
Jude Kyrie

Sometimes, when the day is quiet
And the light from the evening sun
fades to a gentle golden hue.
It touches your greying hair
And my heart is full
with the wonder of you.

Perhaps you are reading a book
or arranging  an errant flower.
Always with such sweet style
You polish our life
like old silver

And when we return to the flesh.
Discarding the years with their
ravages of time.
With school girl charm
You loosen your hair
Upon lavender pillows

And I gaze in wonder
Into your beautiful eyes.
The eyes that have graced
me with the look of your love
for so very long.

And in that moment
Once again.
With all tarnish removed.
Our love shines brightly.
Like old silver.