The Silver Years
A poem
A poem
The years pass,
each one softening the lines
upon your face,
transforming sharp edges
into gentle curves.
Hair fades from vibrant hues
to shades of silver and white,
a crown of wisdom
adorning your brow.
Though time is etching new paths
across your skin,
to my eyes you remain
eternally beautiful.
Mere surface holds no sway,
but depths of spirit enraptures me,
unwavering through the ages.
Hand in hand,
I have witnessed
the unfolding of your soul,
a metamorphosis.
With each dawning day,
new layers are revealed.
Quiet strengths, hard-won resilience,
pools of untold understanding.
As evening’s mantle drapes about us,
I pull you close
echoing the rhythm of
these sacred moments,
and glimpse the essence
burning bright within your being.
Through all life’s seasons,
though outward forms
may wither and fade,
we shall remain forever entwined,.
for in your light,
I have tasted
the sweetness
of eternity.
