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WL Schuett

Shadow of the Arrow

Felt the gentle kiss of 

the feather.

Saw the eye of the sparrow 

as the fog of memories lift.

Stolen sunlight,

Hidden moon .

Felt the weight of melancholy 

Arc through 

the minkhole of faded dreams .

 

Saw the trees dance 

into the morning,

swathed in heavenly light . 

Saw their echoes bounce 

off the future .

Felt the birds remember 

the wind .

Earthen nerves,

Silent springs .

Felt the noose slide down 

from the mantle .

Into the astrodust on

the floor .

 

Saw the bow pulled back 

on the morning.

Felt morose as the arrow 

flew by us all .