The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Silver

What do you see?
Still eyes glazed and softening
A silver line draping
over light curls of fur.

Blue - the eye gazing
beneath the skin surface
Gold tinged and stone 
is the facade.

Words speak lessons that
echo and then recede,
leaving memories of tender
words well-crafted.

With mystical dreams
comes a symmetry of purpose
to heed a warning
and wake before the end comes...

Over and over,
it begins
again and again
to no avail.

Yet in the foundering,
darkness spreads as
an altar and sacrifice
brings new life.

Let me begin again
to listen 
to enduring whispers
of more.
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