Longing

Drawn tightly
by the archer’s hand
the bowstring tensely longs
only for release,
so that its arrow may be given
– Let the arrow be both straight and true! –
to the very heart of its aim,
The center of its view.

Drawn tightly
by Distance’s hand,
my heart is the quivering bowstring,
longing for release;
The arrow is my love
– Oh, let that arrow be both straight and true! –
and, my Beloved, the center of my aim
is you.

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