Silver

Silver, a metal of mystery

Spun by the light of the moon

Not brash like gold

That’s spun in the sun

All heat and fire

An unsubtle metal

Soft and so easily unshaped

And undone

No, silver

Beguiling

Suggestive of rivers

Flowing into a midnight lake

Of clandestine meetings in forests

Of lovers impatient

For that first kiss

Of the magical light

That just before dawn

Grants you a wish

Oh, and smiling

Lots of smiling

And all of the love you can take