[Soaring Feather]

I would walk with him
in the moonlight
listen for the call of
the lonely dove
and know it was
him remembering me
on cold nights in our memory

bentfeather

[Colonel_Flagg]

I would walk with him
in the moonlight
listen for the call of
the lonely dove
and know it was
him remembering me
on cold nights in our memory

All around, I see her
Her voice in the whispering of the trees
Her face illuminated in the stars
Yet I fear it is only me who remembers
My faith must stay strong, lest I wither
The night is cold
My love is warm
But she is not in my arms.