The Lion and the Archer (Interlude)

When she spoke, I listened
When she moves, I watch

I watch. (I like what I'm seeing tho.)

I took the time to study her, but it didn't feel like homework. It felt like...reading...for leisure

I was a bookworm

She was INTERESTING to me

She'll never be everything to me, no one human can, but...I looked her in the eyes and then...

My heart said: "She is enough."

Is it infatuation? If it is, it's only with her shadow. She's far from me now

She's far from me...and I am not God
I am MAN, I am CARNAL. I CONNECT with what I...see, feel, hear, touch... experience. And to me she was a movie

She was tangible

So for the forseeable future, I can't...see her. Anymore. So I stopped calling for her

I stopped...reaching for those stars

I gave up on that dream. And now my tune has changed...to silence

But yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadows of rejection, I know I have no obsession

Only admiration

Cause every time I ask her shadow to leave it returns with more dissatisfaction

And when I woke up this morning, yet AGAIN...she was on my mind. I can't leave her

Cause even when my eyes dry and my sighs grow oh so silent, I...can...still...

Hear my soul cry

I may have stopped praying but I can feel the paraclete interceding for me on my behalf to God, for her, Behold, Yahweh knows me better than I know myself. For though I deny the prize I so seemingly cannot avert my eyes from, the epiphany I had at the sunrise may have given me insight into God's foresight...he knows something I don't

But...sidebar. I digress. I'm just a young leo looking for his lioness. And as I fight through lethargy and mudane stress watch me stretch my paws as I claw my way to the top of pride rock. My past scars wanna see me fall, but...who would have thought?

This predator never prayed harder for an archer. Her arrow pierced this lion's...heart