• I stand before the fire you made, but you are gone.
    I scream your name, but nature gives me no comfort.
    This world is nothing more then shattered dreams and hopes with you my love.
    I look to my wolf and I see your eyes, bright at stars and welcoming a mother's arms.
    You seem so close but you are really gone.
    Are you happy?

    I turn and walk towards the meadows where we played.
    I still see our ghost dance and pounce in these endless fields, but you gone.
    The fairies sing me to sleep with silky voices.
    I dream of you.
    Do you dream of me?
    I promise we shall meet again.
    Again in the Twilight.