walking the path of an arrow
straight figure headed guide
quivers
vibrates with clarity
aims for the unquestionable target
near misses pierce the skin
around fragile hearts
surrender me to the night sky
where solace is born
from its flight
dual lover
punisher of flight
can you hear me calling
deep into the night
i am borne from loving
tis dreamings bow i weep
this tender breathe
you bring to me
is a slow and lulling sleep
i am neither mistress
or maestro to your woe
i am merely flesh and bone
addicted to your flow
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