Simon Joyner - Three Well-Aimed Arrows

Three Well-Aimed Arrows
I had three dreams last night and one was a vision,
the other two died in a nocturnal collision
One was a lost child, the other a lost friend,
and I’ve got too much education to put off analyzing them


So pull up the blinds but please bleed the shutters
Cut the telephone lines and send a letter to those lovers
I emerged from my sleep and I counted my sorrows
You were one, two, and three
You were three well-aimed arrows


The photographic image is so perfect, it’s cold
I burn ugly Ansel Adams in the winter to light my stove
While the image in the brain is either a missile or a carriage
one small impulse can raise a baby or sink the village


There’s something under the surface that needs a light shone in its eyes
If you’re securing a secret then you’re preparing a lonesome surprise
And I emerged from my sleep and I counted my sorrows
You were one, two, and three
You were three well-aimed arrows


I had three dreams last night and one was a vision
One carried a lantern and the other was dragging a curtain

Written by:
Simon Joseph Joyner

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