I Know the Bow
Is drawn
I know the bow is drawn,
There’s tension in the air,
Time to release the arrow,
Or grapple with despair.
Signs are mine to see and feel,
I know its intuition,
It walks and talks in my mind,
And needs no definition.
Clear the decks and watch the wrecks,
Sink slowly in the West,
It’s time for contemplation,
And a little rest.
Signs of sheer simplicity,
Information overload,
The senses are sizzling,
It’s one more for the road.
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I watch stars sail in the sky,
The cool breeze on my brow,
The sound of morning birdsong,
We are living in the now.
The smell of eucalyptus,
The earth after the rain,
A crackling fire is my desire,
A simple sweet refrain.
I know its intuition,
Blink, and the beauty’s gone,
Down at the bottom of the garden,
In the land of Oberon.
Sleepy creeks are burbling,
Calling out to me,
Its intuition calling,
Simplicity is scot-free.
© David Rudder
2022
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