Crow Song by Cheryl Ann Darr

Poignant, this memory
burned within my psyche.
Soaring in clouds,
crow song echoing, piercing day.
Flight, it fills the deep recesses
of my minds eye.
Wind, an instrument
of ethereal winged magic, sway.
Silent lucidity, simply known,
this majesty of spirit;
fulfillment manifested
through freedom’s flight.
Dark feathers swathed
in daylight’s gleaming
wearing the deep sullen hues
of darkest nights.
Passion, soaring freely,
heightened by winds musical song
above the tree line
in mists of morning dew and twilight.
Crow-song rings out freedom
in lusty tones of raucous caws;
beckoning my return
to past lives and freefalling flight.

© Copyright 2008 by Cheryl Ann Darr aka Lady ~M ~