Silver Fields Poem by Raven Syke

Whispers of bright silver,
sing to me your song
Through fields of moonlight
the greys of right and wrong

Silence is golden,
cold and resounding
Give to me your heart,
Endless and pounding

Stand here, exposed
In a world of our own
Stand here and wonder
There is no other we've known

A wind picks up your thoughts
And carries them to my ears
Be calm my gentle soulmate
Here, there is no room for fear

Settle your clouded spirit,
be calm, be cool, be still
Your back is exposed,
and so is your silver will

Hush now my darling
Be a feather in a breeze
Float gently on the soft wind
Take with it a care and ease

Rest your mind and sleep
Ignore the doubt you yield
Close your eyes and think of me
In the grass of silver fields