Arrows - A Poem by Moe

"Pull me out from inside..."

impassioned, seasoned, scarred and faint
his eyes take in the quiver
her steady arrow seats the saint
transfixion calms the shiver

intrigued, delighted, fates collide
surrender breaks the skin
still holding fast against the tide
of all he's held within

yet worthy strike, invites this love
sent arrows dew the soul
for "stricken" ride the skies above
sailed winds complete the whole

~Moses