Silver and Gold

    (Dedicated to my lovely wife who's birthday is today)

Silver lining slithering across a boulder-scattered landscape

rapidly in a gluttonous delirium,

without a sense of propriety,

only the sense of its swollen thrust taken as compass,

to drown in the ghastly cold waters of a tempestous

sea.

Shafts of blonde mystique slitting down the dismal billows

quiescently in a beatific spray,

far removed of false humility,

no hiccups of gaunt adversary sways her determined stride,

to dress up the shivering forlorn does of mankind in the

gossamer embrace of hope.