Look — an arrow broke the unknown,
Flashed like a star in the dozing sky.
Like a blade it stripped the curtain of shadow,
Rising high in a desperate flight.
With the time left to each heart,
Bared to the breath of the day,
And despite every mark of its part,
After darkness the morning will stay.
Hey, clouds — hear my name!
Face my sun, burning eye of flame.
Burn with my love, O spirit of fire,
My arrow is wind from beyond desire,
Where I am alone...
Look — the sun is obscured by sorrow,
By the tears of a grey-tinted pain.
The arrow sank deep in an ocean of shadow,
Back to dust, to be buried in vain.
But the will to be free never fails
For the ones who remember the way,
And the fire in the sky still remains —
After darkness comes morning again.
An Arrow
© Copyright: Мартель Этранже, 2009
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