Traces Of Silver
I looked quietly into the nights starry sky and realized again another set of dreams.
I ran my fingers across a braided chain and felt a trace of silver amongst other things.
I felt tender eyes that were upon me like the softness that comes with the break of dawn.
Traces of silver left me longing for something new in finding a place that my heart belongs.
I have been blessed now by a gentle peace that sleeps like the summers of childhood dreams.
Soft smells dance sweetly in my head as I walk from the darkness into the light of silvery things.
I drop my gaze away from the night sky; I turn and walk away from the white winking moon.
I think someday, oh someday I will just fly away to a new home in the sun.
There I will lie beneath sunny skies with big palm trees whose fronds with the wind keep time.
I will myself become a butterfly and drink the nectar beneath the warm silvery nights of a now smiling moon.
Yes, someday on those traces of silver that rest now between my fingers and the sweet gift of hope I will find my place soon.
You can't see me, but I am smiling now as I remember anothers smile.
I still hear that sweet and tender voice that is as soft as angels breath beneat their wings.
I trace again my fingers along that braided chain and touch that piece of silver amongst other things.
TYD
J. Allen Wilson 3/6/2009
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(((HUGS))) and much love, and continued prayers~
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
By the title, thought you were looking at my hair. Now how did all those silver streaks come in, and when?!? (Just kidding)
This is a beautiful, beautiful write of looking back; of moving forward; of hope, for a future. Silver is many things: the quicksilver tracks of tears and the silver lining, after the storms life deals. Well done, my friend.
(((HUGS))) love and continued prayers, Karla.