90 Miles From Tyranny : Dream Of The Archer

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Dream Of The Archer



Dream Of The Archer

Wayfaring warrior Soul - still wild 
The archer stands 
Arrow measured to the goal - sing of 
Strong and living man 
In his mind there is a vision wand'ring 
Through the forest town 
Telling of riches only given if through 
The woods the way is found 

Crying "ah! Beautiful dancers... wake up 
From your sleep! 
Ahhh gentle romancers... drink of Love 
So sweet!" 

Treasure glowing in their eyes - Forest 
Deepens dark their dream 
"Keep to the pathway" he advise "the woods 
Are more than they might seem" 
"Heed you now the apparition bending never 
Ending sounds 
Call you into her mystery - are your eyes 
Not sparkling now?" 

Sighing "ahh! Take you no warning - 
Make no foolish fight 
Ahh, think not of morning - lie here 
Through the Night!" 

"Beauty take us!" they call "In my arms!" 
They hear her say 
As the silken web falls, mist illusion rips away 
"Helpless! Helpless!" now they scream it 
Helpless on the path he stands 
And awakens from his dream singing string 
Beneath his hand 

Gentle archer ages old - release the aim 
Free the goal 
Come and roll your arrow to my Soul - release the aim 
Free the goal

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