A raven waits at my gates
Rusted shut and covered with vines
As I bide my time in the depths of myself,
Resting in deep meditation.
She caws at dawn and dusk
But otherwise watches in silence
Alert for some sign of life
In the desolate plains that surround us.
It has been eons since we arrived
Tuesday, November 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: eternity,hope,war and peace