My arrow was fired into the vastness
Slowing almost to a stop as time entered in to my direction of flight
In my wake began sound and its journey opposing my flight with its bosom of life
Left behind to tell a story of birth and death it too faded away into the silence of memory
In the great sea I could feel its pressure against my thinkingness and longed for the comfort of the bow that held me long ago
once more into the noise.