We are near the silver, approaching it,
The light like nothing, like everything,
The joy of the movement, the day, the heat
Of the color of your eyes and nothing
Between us, the color of nothing
Between us. If you stand here a while,
You will know what I mean.
Stand here a while. Know what I mean.
–Shaun Perkins
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 
Silver is okay when two can walk together toward it. Thank you for the amazing poetry.