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.