MICHAELA SEFLER

The Poetry Of.
Michaela Sefler................................................

THE ARCHER

The archer
pulls back his bow;
his arrow will shoot
straight and swiftly.
Knowing it's starting point,
knowing the way,
knowing it's destination;
knowing it's end.
The archer
releases his bow,
the arrow
shoots,
another clear
and destined
and fated result.

WITH THE TRENDS

With the trends
you move;
with the times
you change.
With the winds
you soar;
with the waves
you sooth.
I felt your eyes;
I knew your face;
you brushed against me
a moment, I felt.

I WAIT ALONE

I wait alone
have not found an answer;
still waiting
for the last of your calls.
after all that was
said and done
after my fall and decline
it is still your voice I hear.
You are the first
to hear
the first
to come.

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