Come one, come ten nestling in the furry glen.
Ever drifting, ever near. Never seen by eye or ear.
Slowly drifting, infinitely, wondering what lies for me.
Slowly rowing, ever coming, never seen, but still in sight.
Aimlessly rowing, slowly fading.
Memories die as new ones rise waiting for you.
Never seen, slowly fading, waiting to be found.
Come one, come ten. Never seen in the glen.
Never found, never seen.