Poems ✍️

The Archer dropped his bow,
falling stars began to cry
in lumen misted teardrops,
while time and space yawned-

at the sight of such folly,
as they stared at the Archer
'till his bows arrow snapped,
spearing space, and science-

by a hole, black as death,
unlike the one they worship,
yet the morning came again,
despite the Seer's presage;

none hold the Light of Life
to make Breath from Ashes,
but the One who told the
Archer- to lay his bow down,

and take wings to the night
on to another space in Time.





[FjR]
MMXIX