Silently the hunter watches.
Looking upon the life unfolding before him.
He sees it change, bloom, grow!
...patiently, he watches silently.
He is standing on a magnificent rock.
A giant rock, solid, cold, and he's watching...
Waiting for a chance to jump,
One chance to soar.
Silently the hunter watches,
showing no feelings, no emotions.
His eyes piercing through the clouds,
burning with fire, with blazin' passion.
The wind plays with his clothes, his hair,
perfecting upon perfection.
But the clouds surround the giant rock,
hiding him from sight and light.
Silently the hunter watches.
He's fighting without moving.
Fighting the vines growing at his legs.
The vines that are slowly trying to cover him...
He is standing on a magnificent rock.
Icecold wind blowing in his face,
showing no feelings, no emotions.
...patiently, he watches silently.
Waiting, for that one chance...
Ferry E. Gerkema
