heart
dream of the archer
wayfaring warrior soul- still wild the archer stands arrow measured to the goal- sing of strong and living man in his mind there is a vision wand'ring through the forest town telling of riches only given if through the woods the way is found crying 'ah! beautiful dancers. wake up from your sleep! ahh! gentle romacers. drink of love so sweet!' treasure glowing in their eyes- forest deepends dark their dream 'keep to the pathways,' he advised, 'the woods are more than they might seem' 'heed you now the apparition bending never ending sounds calling you into her mystery- are your eyes nor sparkling now?' sighing 'ahh, take you no warning- make no foolish fight ahh, think not of morning- lie here through the night' 'beauty take us!' they call 'in my arms!' they hear her say silken web falls- mist illusion rips away 'helpless! helpless!' now they scream helpless on the path he stands and awakens from his dream singing string beneath his hand gentle archer ages old- release the aim free the goal roll your arrow to my soul- release the aim free the goal.