My Old Blue Raven

For so long
I was the cage of his entrapment.
After struggling years to clip
The coverts of his wings

I surrendered.
I began to understand
And see his undying strength
For the rare beautiful gift it was;

And I opened the door to freedom.

I stand in awe now
As I see the span of his wings
As he fly’s across the night sky.

I know
With the strength of his wings
will remain the strength of our love
even through our eternal separation to come.

As he flies
Overhead, across my zenith
I can hear those unrelenting words
Cried my old blue raven
Nevermore!