Raven black as dark
was the first thing that she saw as she looked into his eyes
found a feather in his hair
think maybe he could fly if he takes the weight off of his back
think maybe he'll have wings if he opens up his arms
what if he sees right through me?
inky black are his eyes
with a beak that never crowed
and the passion of a heart is lost in his dark breast
and I think that he'd be looking for me
if his eyes would scan beyond the stars
find the key to open up his heart
and I think that he calls out for me
Raven beak speaks my name
listen ghost
I call back for you and
Raven wings fly us up higher
look down and call for me
call for me
call for me
listen
listen
then the cold came frozen hearts iced over
and I stood alone in the snow
swirling
calling black
I wish I could see a Raven black against the snow
then his wings
begin to grow and soon enough he'll fly
on towards the sun
don't you leave me behind
if you call me your own
and inky blue the pool that ripples with the passing of the years
and when he began to fly
the sun was not too far
and a Raven Boy took flight
and took my heart
and he never did come down
so I wait for him upon the hill top
where I found his broken egg and
from shattered pieces he soared
I taught you to fly
Raven Boy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A solidly strong mature poem that was interesting to read. When will we see your next poem?