Saturday, June 13, 2009

Take your Bow

All a quiver
Wishing I was somewhere else
Wishing all the while
I was someone else

From bough of yew
I’d taken up my bow
And shot that fiery orb
As it cast no shadow


aria said...

I can relate with the first part but the next thought is always to stay rooted if I can't be somewhere/someone else. A paradox.. I know.

Mandy said...

I see you are still here then.

ish said...

Still no shadow? How's things?