every one knows
the feeling told
a dot, contained
an arrow, flat
lines and beyond
beautiful is forgotten
words are forgotten
circle to circle
center red is struck
blink, but stare
sprouted feathers explode
with ground falling
air and more air
tis what we owe
pleasure of first shot
in season blossoming
come yee
carrier and archer
let me feel
so that i know
what is real
a burning heart
with winged angel
it proclaims :
"for a time
your eyes may be
unblind, this i give
the power of chance
vison of true
a mind, unwritten
some take with pain
some leave bear
only the wise
shut thou eyes
to reveal what
is truly there"