Did you see the fronds catching silver dew drops
And weighing down webs at dawn?
Perhaps you missed the silver trickle of the stream
Tickling pebbles and water dragons
Slipping from silver stones?
Silver abounds
Filtering through branches and from my spirit
Pooling in my eye and on my forehead
Emerging from scalps and flaking, scaly shins
Silver begins with waxy newborn skins
And ends beneath our crepey flesh
A silver blue
Our stifled blood
A greyish hue
And beyond what eyes do see
The silver light that waits for me
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