This morning, while in a mood both sad and kind,
I saw you standing white, silent on our back lawn,
raying kindness.
As all pure oxygen is drawn to pass,
from tight to loose
on being placed in air, so did the wisdom
of your silken soul flow softly from
your eyes to fill the vacuum of my mind.
Ian Trousdell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awareness-your-silken-soul/
