If Dancing Barefoot, Watch For Broken Glass

If Dancing Barefoot, Watch For Broken Glass Shot straight arrow into a crooked sky to find if it washed upon me black rain. Strange that Fate decreed then, I would not die at least not until later, not in vain. Time flew into shadows upon dead plains my quiver empty, my heart cut to shreds. We all have our secrets and some dark stains while others sleep with ghosts in bloody beds. Times of despair, hard choices must be made if dancing barefoot, watch for broken glass. Beware for heavy dues, they must be paid there is no hidden splendor in the grass. My bow now silent and cracked due to age. All shot out- words sent from wizened old sage. Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2016