A Raven's Dark Plight

 

~ A Raven’s Dark Plight-

 

 

A dark beauty,

Fingers that elegantly grace,

Over the cold pristine glaze,

Of an untouched, blue, iced shard,

That grew to darkening,

Slowly thickening beauties,

Gifts to the untrained eye-

Of an unfathomable image,

The dark, soulless dense musings,

Of what you always wish to see, to touch. . .

 

And the soft-spoken merit,

Which these preening blackbirds,

With their heights of rigidity,

Only can understand . . . 

 

I held onto a blissful cadence heard,

One that was a tie between,

The glorious beauty their silk sheens,

Had granted to me-

But alas, I did cry.

 

While I listened to their preening, primping,

I saw again-

That unrelenting blue shard,

That I took with me to my own mind-

And then, I understood,

Why the shadows encased me,

And that the raven wisps,

Which streaked across now across the sky,

Were what I lived upon-

 

As the mere stuff of dreams,

Upon a true hope’s gleaming-

A beautiful shard of the sky,

That had been removed from the,

Dark night above me,

And placed before me directly.

 

How could I thank the heavens for,

The ability to understand the music,

Granted to me by the wings,

Of a cold, black raven . . .

 

And, how beautiful indeed!

Is the glass like sheen,

Of the color symbolized,

Which lights up my own dreams . . .

 

It makes no sense,

But I do love these ravens,

And their untrammeled beauty,

And the liveliness of their pigment,

That dark, telltale marking,

That we all may fear . . .

 

The color blackness ~