The Raven
Posted on Sep 25th, 2007
by 
Doug
Doug
A black raven floating
Over this shinny beautiful
One
Such longing, such delicate desire unfolded
In Poe valley at the top of a pine tree
Trapped in fishing line
Calling
The winter river flowing
Past the place to keep our horses
Briefly
The edge of the sea
Where the road is washed away in the temporal
to the mythical
Like the stone, black with
A mother of pearl vein piercing
Like glass, dividing the middle
into one
Sensing the beginning
Washed in the surf line
Shinny, beautiful
Footprints of children
Waiting, waiting
For the one
Raven to rest amongst
The white flying shadows of sea birds.
uncover the secret of the pearl heart?
I found a stone here
In the surf line
I held it in my hands
My wet eyes closed
It imparted love
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love
August 2008 