Lonely Archer

Archer stands upon a fort and strands back just one arrow flying far and deep in life the path same as the sparrow It soars with wind behind its tail crafting sounds a calmly wisp distance traveled is unknown but the archer's bow is crisp sailing figure in the sky still rising as i speak molding to it's future trail anticipating peak reaching top begins to fade and slowly crashes down coming simply south again awaiting final crown falling swiftly it misses ground though that's all that's underneath just take a moment stop and think give sometime to breath the arrow crashing into a solid but not that of the earth into the soul and heart of love for nothing left for birth through the heart connects to mind the love is lost will never find the arrow nailed its target falling down at end but the archer still will practice more some could be your friends