Serenity Of Air Poem by lingering stupor

A mind takes flight on open wings
Where birds are free and angel sings
This is where my freedom goes
An air so open nothing not even woes

How long will this be the raven caws
Answers none the air only flows
For ravens tire even adept
At flying in air that all is swept

Rest is never an answer to the raven who knows
Wings the only companion that grows
Finding solace in the wind of times
The ravens path is set on air of chimes