Silver

Your eyes look through the glass at me,
The eyes of the past
Fresh, blooming beauty.
You had the flower in your hair,
Your cheeks so rosy,
Your skin so fair.

The first 'I love you' on the beach,
Our bear feet just out of the dark sea's reach.
Plans for the future entwined in the mist,
Your raspberry lips I couldn't resist.

You were my love, my heart, my star,
The silver light in the sky so far.
My eyes would rest on no one but you,
My ears would listen to your heart's truth.

Your eyes look through the glass at me,
The eyes of the past,
Fresh, blooming beauty.
I see your smile once again,
Wonder how many years it's been.

My greatest wish is to wake at dawn,
And see your silver eyes instead of the sun.
Who'd ever think that one dark day,
It'll be a silver knife that takes you away.

It is just your face that keeps me sane,
Your silver eyes staring still behind the silver frame.