THE RETURN OF ARROWS

The image of a stone lingered in the bird’s eye

with the image of an archer with a raised head

his bow and arrow flash like hellfire

in which all the evils of the world burn

the silence of the universe spreads unrest

trembling hearts beat harder and harder

the soul weaves a carpet of dreams

with it, it will cover the unsung songs

someone will wake up at the crack of dawn

with his eyes, he will caress the colours of the coming day

waiting to be touched by the shadow of his beloved

with the arrival of a palette of sun rays

someone somewhere will beg himself for mercy

while some strange birds fly

bearing the Sun in shining eyes

lowering it slowly into the waves of the river

in some future age

bows and arrows will return again