old silver

Sometimes, when the evening is quiet and still.
And the light from the late sun
fades to a muted golden hue.
It softly touches your greying hair

And my heart is full
with the wonder of you.
Perhaps you are reading a book
or arranging  an errant flower.
Always with such sweet style

You polish our life to shine 
like old silver
And when we return to the flesh.
Discarding the years with their
ravages of time.
With school girl charm
You loosen your hair
Upon lavender pillows
And I gaze in wonder
Into your beautiful eyes.
The eyes that have graced
me with the look of your love
for so very long.

And in that moment
Once again.
With all tarnish removed.
Our love shines brightly.
Like polished old silver