A Waiting Arrow

Unscathed serene sky and the bright blue sea

I rest in my bemused quiver with no foresee

And then came the hands that would set me free

In quest of the destiny, he went on his knee

The blowing wind and the shimmering leaves

The quivering thunder that wants me to flee

Bewildered by the flow of the river

I set on my journey from the quiver

I know not to stop, I know not to wait

Travelling the path lead by the fate

I know not to change the target straight.

Infrangible wood, I pierced;

The subjugating antagonist wind, I pierced;

The demoralizing gloaming dry leaves, I pierced;

As I pierced with pride that I am the invincible,

Passing was the breeze filled with granules of fog

The apparition staggered the path with a twist

Destiny turned vivid, vicinity vanished into mist

I have been a synonym to time that waits for none

Here I stand still flabbergasted by the turn

The moment is cohesion of past present and future

Astound by the camouflaged drama of true nature

Am I a maverick arrow in the falling

Waiting for the calling