„Edgar“ the raven


On black wings, you fly
your sharp eyes enchanted me

sparkles your  plumage in splendor
you lead your  light dance

Lord  of skies

Black rushing  your swing like your  views
A low melody, between meadows and groves,
your word ist heard in the suneshine

Come, big bird, be my guest
Swinging you from your bough
…push me in your feathers
..choke softly my Songs of tears
..relive my mourning heart

I beg you
don’t let me feel
because not feel
the pain of earth….

by Wayrayakeé , Spring 2015

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