Shadow Stream

She sat alone, day and night,
Without a friend, without a light.
By the stream, or by the pond,
In the cold and in the fog.

Beside the stream, one late night,
The girl would sit and then would write.
In the shadows and through the rain,
Her dream would come true and then she'd gain.

The love of life, the love of joy,
This special thing, it was no toy.
The boy would keep her, gently there,
Hold her tight, and stroke her hair.

But late one night, her life in bliss,
The boy would come and then they'd kiss.
In the shadows and by the stream,
Through the rain, the girl would dream.