DREAM OF THE ARCHER
(Wilson, Wilson & Fisher)

Heart 


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 towns,
Singing of riches only given, if through
The woods the way is found.

"Cry! Beautiful dancer ...wake up
>From your sleep!
Ahhh gentle romancers...drink of Love
So sweet!"

Treasure glowing in their eyes 
The forest deepens dark their dream.
"Keep to the pathway", he advised, "Cause the woods
Are more than they might seem
And heed you now the apparition, with a bending never
Ending sound.
Calling you deep inside her mystery - are your eyes
Not sparkling now?"

Sigh, "Take you no warning? -
Make no foolish fight.
Ahh, think not of morning - lie here
Through the night!"

"Beauty take us!" they cry
"In my arms!" They hear her say
Just then the, the Silken web falls 
And a mist illusion rips away.

"HELP US! HELP US!" now they’re screaming
And helpless on the path he stands,
And awakens, from a dream, the singing string
Beneath his hand.

Gentle Archer ages old - release the aim
Free the goal.
Come on roll your arrow to my Soul - release the aim
Free the goal.




(Contributed by =Ae= - July 2010)