Graystripe and Silverstream
Faint Glimmers
Pass through his sad eyes.
He shivers -
Now she is dying.
The river was the line
That kept them
Apart. "She is mine!"
All of a sudden
He says, "She is mine!"
She is gone
Away for this time,
It feels wrong,
Away, she is snatched
Away. No more love.
His heart is patched.
Bye the sweet dove.
Gentle, feisty, proud
He loves her.
Yet his eyes are a cloud.
That murmur.
That voice on the breeze...
Don't push it away,
"Please, my dear love,
Do not forget me."