BEAUTIFUL RAVEN – 2006
My Beautiful Raven touches me
with wings of silk soft elegance.
Tattered spirit and companion soul,
heart from beyond the tragic fence.
Through misted time our spirits
danced calling in resonant harmony.
Like the soft and delicate fluttering
of a butterfly upon flower petal.
Soft the touch and soft the steps she
has made beyond the wall of rage.
Silvered moon beams play lazily where
once the fires of anger reigned.
To touch is to smile is to laugh even
through the cage of imprisoning distance.
I’ve hid from thee – pushed away from thee
and turned from loss to once again find thee.
Do I touch thee do I take thee with all care
take you in my arms and hold thee fairly?
What we long for what we hold dear
does it step close to us through veil sheer?
Can we reach beyond the veils
to stretch across the miles?
Will soul and spirit survive the
touch beyond the Ethereal?
My Beautiful Raven touches me
and makes my spirit sing
