A single thread of silver paints the cheek
Of summers lost
And voices gone forever.
Laced with tension, a light-split droplet
Earth is quenched and so the soul
Connects with source all
That links the past and to the future grows.
Replenished, fed and nurtured- watered
Strong and to the light defined.
Life in all abundance granted;
A single thread of silver
Draws the eye - a painted picture
Beautifies the greyness of the day.