OLD SILVER:

Her cataract orbs of pearly-dropped gaze,

Looking back within, to the past of her ways,

To moonlit paths & those long starry roads,

To the silvery tracks left by old snails & toads.

Of paled oyster skin & the white rose cheek,

Remembering lilies & salmon of scales sleek,

Where cold water runs over hard iced stones,

And dappled rays kissed ancestors old bones.

Beneath platinum head of long silvered locks,

Recalling crystals of snow, cuddling in blocks,

Where translucent webs of old spiders sway,

Knowing that starlight will light her final way.

Everything´s silver, transparent & lights her path,

Leaving dewdrops & snowdrops, taking the wrath,

The silver Crone leaves earth in a soft beam of light,

Upon the wings of an angel, on a last silver flight.