I shot two
arrows
into the air --
whither goeth?
One pierced the
azure sky --
billowy clouds
floating by.
Daisies danced
upon the hill --
swallows dipped
and spun.
The other pierced
the blood-red rose,
the wound dripped
upon your hand.
Your crimson lips
kissed the wound.
In that moment
tears became real
as day --
you wept without
a sound,
you wept for the
blood-red rose.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 1:17 PM UTC
I shot two
arrows
into the air --
whither goeth?
One pierced the
azure sky --
billowy clouds
floating by.
Daisies danced
upon the hill --
swallows dipped
and spun.
The other pierced
the blood-red rose,
the wound dripped
upon your hand.
Your crimson lips
kissed the wound.
In that moment
tears became real
as day --
you wept without
a sound,
you wept for the
blood-red rose.