The Archer

the heavens hold the answer...the archer is waiting for lovers

Come
            let us set the Archer in the heavens
                and dance to the rhythm of his bow
                                   
a pulsing coursing sound
    that resonates with the beating of our hearts
                                                    and the rush of blood
                                                    that swells our bodies
                                                    and fills our heads

let us sing to the music of creation
                                                    the voice of birds that fly
                                                    in the presence of God
                                                    and glide on the breath of life
                            soaring free always free
                            they rest but to touch the divine

and let us hold each other
                              until the hunger passes
                        lie in each other's arms
                    until the darkness explodes
            and hurls the particles through space
thrusting light into the vacuum

let us be one
                  lost in each other
                                          that we
                                                  might find ourselves
outside of ourselves