He was a wayfaring

work of peace,

a wind traveler


(save a dog that glowed) and

tender of spirits

bottles brimming with Soul, man

~and some accumulated fluff~

flasks filled with

rain, and

tied to his belt with bows–

–bows gathered from foggy frontlines,

and a different draft to war–

he wore flasks.


he had


Charmed arm bands

dripping with

tears, and stopped

(at the top)

with heart–

–hearts pinned with arrows, and


(though loosed) with

Eros intent

lacking insight–

he had cruets.

Decanters of dreams—

–and some canteens…

in haversack, he carried

decanters of breathless dreams…

Darkest dreams caught by feathered


~wing without weave~

and moon missing shadow–

he carried dreams.

Skipping stone

(and ritual)

at water’s edge,

when he spoke–

rarely, since he was missing–

he sang.

©Karen Robiscoe

related: Dreamcatcher

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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