birth

My arrow was fired into the vastness

Slowing almost to a stop as time entered in to my direction of flight

In my wake began sound and its journey opposing my flight with its bosom of life

Left behind to tell a story of birth and death it too faded away into the silence of memory

In the great sea I could feel its pressure against my thinkingness and longed for the comfort of the bow that held me long ago

once more into the noise.