silver

She floats in nothing,
Hair swirling into her white dress
silver sparks surrounding her
She moves her hand
touches the milky folds--
they flee from her gentle fingers
then envelope her
swirls
loops
a scent beyond description
sharp?
sweet?
beautiful.
She looks through silver
sees gold
love, life, joy
(o sweet joy)
warmth, no cold
but cannot go there
Yet.

Don't put me back
she pleads
I cannot live in darkness more
Keep me in the silver light
The golden joy

but knows the beautiful promise stands.


-Del