by Dahni
There beneath singing jewels of night sky In the cool and late of all else sleeps Eyes huddle for warmth around the glow And inhale visions of flames that dance Swallow and feed the pangs of hunger Blue black feathered Ravn Soars the passion flight Wings held by hands of wind Kiss there this song Ravn and wind Song and wings Each bound more tethered than by leatherd flesh Deeper water than mix of blood Split to time and distance Blinded eyes of once The smoke of hopeless search Now cleared by the finding Each joined more feathered than by weathered soul The breath of life in The breath of life out Two not, they are Not without the other Two, be they more tethered by grace the feathered spirit As now the embers tire of dance And morning sun awakens And thrush and rush of sound And wings upon my heart, I call Come Ravn fly the wings for meant to soar Come cry no more, your sisters weep no more for you Cease never to sing for joy In dreams that dance in flames not die For you are Ravn my wings I am wind your singing One are Ravnsong
© 1998
from the collection 'Ravnsong' by the same author
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