Silver to gold

There‘s gold so golden it hides in silver

Familiar figures in clouds

Faces on places where there should be none

Squiggles are idling about

Seeing a person

You‘ll never forget

A bus stop behind you,

Such untimely death

What was she wearing the day that you met?

Remember the dress

To the button and thread

Silver to gold,

For many a mind

Easy to read,

But hardest to find