I hear the water as it downward spills,
and now I see why she has brought us here.
This is the stream that cuts between the hills.
The border crossing that she’ll use is near.
Star Three Eight Four Eight must have used this route.
I never shall know why, nor even who.
Was she a trader, peacemaker, or scout?
No matter which, she left me ’52.
And now her soul returns the way it came
if Father’s daughter carries out her plan.
The shell that holds the soul is not the same,
but it will use whatever case it can.
I fear so for the safety of my gem,
and if she lives to see a daughter wake,
a stigma will be placed on both of them.
Is she aware of all that is at stake?
©2010 Louis A. Merrimac
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