The bow is drawn
Life is fragile
Shaped by the day and night
A journey along Dawn's Highway
The ancient one finds his home
The shaping has begun
The arrow flies
Thoughts are growing
The doors are opened
The spirit is awake
The mind is no longer alone
At the edge of consciousness
The arrow falls
The beginning of the end
The mind is clouded
It's back to the start
It's all over now
Rest well, James
No comments:
Post a Comment