Spirit And Decline

Hushed among the bells
The arrow struck your shoulder
Forced to the ground
With the shredded pulp
Of red apples

And you're near
Your hands are touching hands
And you're near
The violence swells with its song
I am starting to lose focus
The distance in decline
While I'm watching your spirit

Rise

Watched for the point
When you'd wake from it
With the Sun against your back