Opening Up the Sky

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When I was a boy, my bow was only made of plastic, but I could fire those arrows way up, so far, so far

into the blue that you could not see them anymore, lost

in the clouds until they descended suddenly

deep into the Earth as if an offering

received. Nobody knew

but I was a Crow warrior back then

simply opening up

the sky.

More beginnings.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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More than Just Arrows

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He really was a warrior, not just in his dreams

so she was willing to accept his shield

having fallen, into the strength of his arms

and he always found the answers

to his questions in the deep oceans

of her eyes.

And together they became

more than just arrows flung

into ambiguous darkness,

and they learned that love

is greater – than any

strong tower that loves

the night.

     

Poetry and Photo © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

art by unknown artist