The Ring

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.