My Silver

My silver is not mined.
It is neither sought, nor traded.
My silver is in skies and simple smiles.
My silver gleams within restless clouds
And lurks in the atmosphere of distant
and urgent moons.
My silver shimmers on jetstream dalliance
and flies on ageless currents of wonder.
My silver is drank alike, by titans
gods, and harlots.
My silver is an elixir
My silver is liquid

My silver calls as siren
To ancient detail
My silver calls us
One and all
To the glimmering
hope

Reviews

[Alexa Apothic Red]

This is beautiful! I loved every word! I also like the idea of worth found in what's around us and available to all if we notice the details-I love that! Great thought! Well done!!

[Nipplegrinder]

I always look for beauty in the seemingly mundane. Thank you, dear.