Raven's Secret - April 2012
Times that life plays the raven,
The trickster guarding a secret, a wish.
Illicit, it wants you to know but hides it beneath its wings.
Your bones are sonic, vibration, desperate to fly.
The raven’s eyes meet your own, deep down you know
to follow, to keep your distance, but watch for
the eyes of the raven now red in black night.
You realise the raven is following you. Laughing. Tickling.
Pushing you like wind under wings, direction twists,
and you’re lost but spiralling in hot air currents.
The question – the answer, the mystery, the found secret,
chase after whim, a graceful thought,
after luck, or fate or light. The stars conspire.
To give you a moment of true grace.
As you allow intuition to replace fact,
allow whispers of wind to take logic away.
Sometimes luck doesn’t seem right.
Ravens aren’t luck equipped.
Everything seems right.
A moment becomes forever and
forever will always be that moment.
As we all have many forevers,
many moments that transcend all else.
In a space, in a light, in a presence,
in a time that is forever,
and it will never be gone.
No wind, no weather, no now, no new,
will replace it, will displace it, will overwrite it,
or forget it.
These words are not a poem, their inadaquecy
easily seen. They are an engraved memory,
remarkable and genuine, at home and kind,
magic and human.
Reminds us that everyone is part.
Wherever they are, whatever their faults,
that we share experiences,
thought unique to one.