A
Arianna
Guest
I stood a spirit of the deer
out in the open meadow
ears twitching
brown eyes clear and watchful
you appeared
at first
the quiet brave
trapped in a mission
to hunt
my spirit
using neither bow nor arrow
steady fingers
rumbling againt your keys
beyond the maize
you drew closer
within a hairs breath
only as I let you
and perceived a revelation
that somehow you had found me
that you know me..
who I am...
what I am...
but you are wrong..
you mistrust
with a great lack of courage
you hunting brave of no
consequence
more a scornful child
in your error
to perceive who I am
your trail has grown cold
as I
spirit of the deer
kick jump beyond your reach
laughing softly
as I go
knowing had you
humility to extend your hand
and not a secret fist
you would have caught me
ever so gently
as I
would freely offer
the truth you seek
as your heart is..
your trail has grown cold
out in the open meadow
ears twitching
brown eyes clear and watchful
you appeared
at first
the quiet brave
trapped in a mission
to hunt
my spirit
using neither bow nor arrow
steady fingers
rumbling againt your keys
beyond the maize
you drew closer
within a hairs breath
only as I let you
and perceived a revelation
that somehow you had found me
that you know me..
who I am...
what I am...
but you are wrong..
you mistrust
with a great lack of courage
you hunting brave of no
consequence
more a scornful child
in your error
to perceive who I am
your trail has grown cold
as I
spirit of the deer
kick jump beyond your reach
laughing softly
as I go
knowing had you
humility to extend your hand
and not a secret fist
you would have caught me
ever so gently
as I
would freely offer
the truth you seek
as your heart is..
your trail has grown cold