By Scott Bailey © 2013
Silver spar pierces the heart
Quivering
Threatening to break
Silver slit steals into the dark
Thrumming
The peace and the feel
Silver streak mars the black
Revealing
The years and the pain
Like rain
In a dark forest
Always silver, never gold.
Never warm, always cold
No longer young but old
Never saved always sold

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams