Silver

Remnants of voice say the eyes sold the soul. Kindness, love, and darkness through hazil hole Longing to be filled by moments of you Memories of your heart and eyes so pale blue. No, not blue. But Gray steel with silver halos Banding my heart and soaring like swallows That wait for my touch, patience for my hand Stolen from Father, I ask. I demand. If the eyes sell the soul. I’ll by silver And trusting the luster will stay shimmer. Whispering beauty in passionate stare Foretelling the moments and memories shared To have and to hold forever I will. And die the same day, hearts welded with steel.