A Stream Of Silver

A stream runs
Not deep but long

Towards far, far away.
Passing through, passing across
Never to stop or stay.

A stream so clear
Glistening and pure
Revealing its path under.
Gliding over both big and small
T'is a tiny crystal wonder.

And flown, it has
For all this time
Through the dark and light.
And seen, it has, many a moons
Glowing in the starry night.

Not one knows
Of its origin
Nor anything of its end.
For it is a stream of tears of
A soul unable to mend.