What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock? <br />It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan <br />Like the mist around the shaft and knot less feathers <br />Of a comet come to nest at midnight. <br /> <br />How blood surges from the gaping wound, <br />Lips already silencing murmur and cry. <br />One solemn finger holds back time, confusing <br />The witness of the eyes where the deed is written. <br /> <br />Silence? We still know the passwords. <br />Lost sentinels far from the watch fires <br />We smell the odor of honeysuckle and surf <br />Rising in the dark shadows. <br /> <br />Distance, let dawn leap the void at last, <br />And a single beam of light make a rainbow on the water <br />Its quiver full of reeds, <br />Sign of the return of archers and patriotic songs.<br /><br />Robert Desnos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cascade/
