Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Ravens



Ravens, in a flash they are overhead amidst wing claps.
They are night given flight and the liberty to muffle
The moon's wooing of once-contented eyes.

Perched on a shoulder, the nightbird is a timemachine
With red wine eyes entwined with mine, portals
To worlds that precede the fragments on the marble floor.

Ravens, they sadden the soul with what once gladdened it;
But in the presence of silver doves they fly.

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