Bring the Quiver

Dull is a razor sharp mantra in a quiver forgotten in a cave.

Steps out of a twirl to orchestral beats flow poetically in count with a joyful heartbeat.

Lyrics unrecorded by pen to paper vanish into the silence of forever.

Unheard sounds of melancholy verses stream lightly into space on teardrops.

If The One is kept near he can hear the stanzas of thanks and cries from the heart as praise received as softly as a newborn’s first breath.

Bring the  quiver.