Occasionally, I sense the earth has taken a great shift.
But, in looking up, the stars are the same,
And the sun still rises in the east.
I then understand; it is I who has taken the curve,
And a new perspective launches into focus.
but a mere,
soft lessening of the darkness.
not a breath sighs in the still.
the train's distant call escapes,
winding itself into the landscape,
and is lost.
stealthy in her advance,
And Sadness Settles.
If Wishes were Horses.
And Beards in the Dark on a cold New England night.
Tears fall soft.
Cold in the Blue.
The Days continue.
Their Shattered edges
Just get me home.
Through the smoke of distant fire
Drawn into the dusky sky,
Growing stronger - rising higher
There it met my eye.
Its glow was sure - a firey red,
A pagan sight, it's true.
From the sleeping sun it fed,
And yet it was quite blue.
My name is Midnight Raven.
My passion is Freedom.
I fly with the eagles and the ospreys.
I sail upon unfurled wings.
I feel the wind in my face
And in the presence of fear
higher and higher
farther and farther.
And exalt in the face of that fear.
and I thrive
as I ride the mistral.
I am Midnight Raven.
And my essence is Freedom.