29, Chasing the Raven
The
winds blow across this dusty heart of mine.
Sour
mash runs red over the white in my chest.
A breeze
cools the sweat on my brow.
I close
my eyes and I am with you.
A red
bird chirps over the blue jay’s call.
Flying
away, the nightingale owns the roost.
The
smell of rain approaches far from the west.
The
orange and pink painted sky follows close behind.
I see
you there, with a smile as the full moon rises.
Then you
vanish, as the sky turns black.
Stars
make themselves known in the light polluted city.
Vega and
Sirius are as true as you
With
dreams I can feel the green grass grow
Wrapping
my ankles like a vine
Earth
entangles me, connecting me to god
With
opening eyes my cold desert heart remains
The
nightingale has flocked with the Raven
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