It's quiet
on the far side of failure
where sleepy children submit
to fate's gentle embrace.

Time ripens
as dusk drains the sky
and a poor criminal lays down his arms
to smile on the inky young night.
He sighs with satisfaction
and feels things he'd threatened with force.

The woman puzzled looks.

Yesterday you would have killed this,
and now you beam
as a father cradling his dearest child.
What happened here?

The new man turns to her,
spinning on time's steady wheel,
and lets himself laugh.

My love,
those who aim on everything
find more friends and foes
than arrows ever could fill.

I am tired. My quiver is empty.

Let me hold you,
and we will dream together.





© G. Cassel 2004
background by Melisa.