BROKEN ARROW

Broken Arrow

"I don't want to fight with you,"

He said as he drew near

"These fights are tearing me apart

And they're drowning you in tears."

"I don't know why you cannot see

And why you cannot feel

The love I have for you alone

Is good and strong and real."

He tried to turn my face to his

But my heartbreak wouldn't turn

He tried to cool my raging heart

But I just stood and let it burn.

And silence grew as he walked out

His sighs trailing soft behind him

I knew that I should beg him stay

But I knew where to find him.

And when the day had gone to dark

And foolish fled my eyes

I went in humble apology

To lay beneath the skies.

Before I approached, before I spoke

He jumped up to his feet

Brought out a present wrapped in fur

And handed it to me.

His hand, my protest, brushed away

Then shook back his long dark hair

And when I'd opened the mysterious thing

An arrow lay broken there.

My eyes sought his in pale moonlight

And questioned his silent face

He took my hand and closed it over

A heart shaped stone in place.

"This arrow is my vow to you."

He said defiantly

"I will not fight the one I love

And you won't fight with me."

"This heart of stone is what I had

Before I learned to trust

And now that you've taught me how to love

See, this stone heart turns to dust."

And he crushed my hand around the stone

And the stone to pieces flew

"This piece is me all lonely broken

And this piece here is you."

"Our people fought a thousand wars

With bow and arrow bold

But this one battle I will not fight

Though I die alone and old."

And he took me in his warrior's arms

And kissed the silver tears

Shining on my lover's face

That had not smiled at him in years.

The broken arrow crushed between us

As we melded into one

No longer remembering what the war was about

But knowing the fighting was done.

I brushed the dust of the powdery stone

Away from my hands and my face

Turned to the man with a smile like the sun

Our two crushed, broken heart stones replaced.

©by Voo

Sept 18, 07

2:53 a.m.

Broken Arrow by Rod Stewart

Like Evangeline

 

Like Evangeline

Like Evangeline I will search for you henceforth

Through dream and world and life and death and beyond

Through valleys low echoing with my calls 

And mountain peaks shouting back my cries

I will go on and I will not lose hope........

The birds may take my pleas to you in pity

The wolf may howl my heart song in the night

But I will never stop my journey towards you

I will not concede my loss and fight.

The world is not so large a place that you are lost forever

In it's jungles, streets, it's woodlands and it's glens

The eye of my heart will surely find your hiding place

And joy will overflow me once again.

I search, though foot weary and soul tired

I search, though humbled by the lack of sight

Very little in the way of clues has guided me thus far

But still, I look for you, my love, and I swear, will not turn back!

And if, like Evangeline, I find you there at death's door, waiting

I will not say that my journey was fruitless or call the searching

Wasteful of my life.......

I will say, as that one did, in anguish and in joy incomprehensible:

Father, thank You for the beating heart that beat in time with mine

And for the warmth that slipped away to cold there in my hands 

The love I felt one last sweet time as sweet as that I bear you now.

Still searching, still looking, still walking.......

The roads of the earth that will, one day, lead me back to you.

©by Voo

Feb 9 2005

10:30 p.m.

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To Love Somebody

 

Bring Us Together

 

Hands To Heaven