A circlet of silver holds his place within my heart, my mind, my soul, even though in my dreams he has no face. Uncut, unmolded, unseen yet I've heard his voice, seen his influence upon me. A circlet of silver around my finger reminds me my soul is married, connected to, with, another soul by a silver cord of harmony entertwined with his ebony strand. And his is there but hidden out of sight and I try to follow the strands but I get lost in the fog.