The Raven's Song Poem by Bethany Maxwell

The Raven's Song



My Love,
The nights have grown longer,
The days have become shorter,
Yet still the length of which I spend watching you.
So graceful and delicate,
Moving through the day watching in silence,
Bowing your head with solitude and knowing.
The way your white satin dress blows in the fall breeze,
Such white against such grey,
Why, my love, can’t I be like you?
Why can I blow through the wind so simply as a fallen leaf?
My tears fall gently for I long to be near you,
Though here I remain,
A black stain against your white,
An impossible friend,
An omen of sorrow and death.
Oh how you shine with your light of beauty,
Your understanding of life,
The way you live in a world that is so open and free.
Your movements captivate me in awe,
Your slow silhouetted body,
A panicle against the dusky grey of gloom.
Mist and fog wrapping around you as a blanket does a small child,
Such a simple life you must lead.
No cares or sorrows,
No pain or grief.
My dear love, I wish you could see me,
I wish I were not as blind to you as a sunset to a blind man.
Shed your light on my darkness,
On everything that I stand for,
People fear me, for who I am,
What I represent,
Why can’t you show them differently?
Maybe if you looked upon me they would see,
That my darkness can bring light,
My sorrow can bring love,
That my deep chasm eyes do not hold death or unwanted knowledge,
Please, love, for that is what you are,
A forbidden love whom I can never have,
If only for a day I could be reborn,
As A feather from your wing,
A beam of light from your grace,
The shine in your eyes that carry so much joyful remorse,
Be such to me that I could never be to thee.
Listen to my call,
As a deaf man listens to his heart,
Hear what I have to say my love,
Listen with your eyes,
For this is my lungful song to you,
From the Raven to the Swan.

By: Bethany Maxwell
(c) 2010

Note: Song inspired by:
http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=90wX4xAkYUE&NR=1

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stefanie Fontker 05 October 2010

Beauty, always seems much more beautiful when it stings. Nice poem.

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