Silver Time

    Silver Time
    
    
    All the beautiful sears of the sky
    A-flashing thousands of silver beams
    whoso feels her warm but how can she
    Quietly, make the sky day or night?
    
    Thee kens a silver dove under the sky
    And Ode this peaceful world ‘pon my soul
    Whoso gaz’d the eyes o’nights ago
    Boundlessly, silently, the fire-flies!
    
    Thou draw the moon from the soul doth rise
    A-falling ‘sleep with the silver dreams
    By then the slim soft reeds dancing eve
    Sure! Would one, go extreme-slowly by?
    
    To thee & me, life is short though bright
    Could we-----why not----- use the silver time .