Silver Second-hand silver coming in second after those greater golden moments this borrowed light will never dazzle yet softly pulls me out to where there’s barely a shadow, though all around are pools, fulfilled and cool. No gilding here or dear adornment – Eldorado’s far away. May golden youth enjoy its day while sunbursts flare. Still silver gleams and I reflect on unseen oceans drawn like me towards a power beyond themselves – in light like this the first must give way to that which will follow, as we wax and we wane.