If they were colours

And nothing more

Would you see

What they saw?

He would be gold

Pure as can be.

She would be silver

Iridescent as the sea

Shining sunlight

Reflecting the moon

Together as one

But gone too soon

A secret to hold

No words to be spared

Only the memories

Of the moments they shared

Both colours so precious

And hard to obtain

But when found to be pure

There's nothing to feign.

The Moon and the Vale

The night and the day

The secrets they share

The words they'll never say

Entwined forever

For only their eyes

Silver and Gold

Eternally wise.