The Visitor Poem by Shirley Harrison

And as I dreamt long, long
into this beautiful night
I glimpsed his grin
deep within
the shadows of the moons wrinkles

startled by the figure
of this magnificent raven
perched right beside me
on my dreamer's quilt

he whispered ever so gently
on
how to find the end of my grief?

I asked him...
but how do you know?

he replied...

although you sleep
and of that you dream
of all that's dark
and all your screams
when you finally awake

you'll be free

then he flew his enormous wings
right back
into the wrinkles of the great moon

and when I awoke, I was...
I was finally free.