Beams across the night

The spades that carry to You,

The screams that spill

From lips that mourn your absence still.

Scrolls of scribbled prose,

Tied to the wings of those,

That caw into your ear drums

The echelon of a thousand Crows.

Hope it blinds your eyes

The death that flies against the tides,

Hope it dulls your guarded walls

So words can reach someplace inside.

Woven by your ancient warmth

silk that’s sewed in a seedless Heart

Now hurt with a need-less cold,

strings that follow as the needles told.

Swans don’t swim oceans

To carry the sweet songs aside,

So bare with me while I

Tie them to a Raven’s child.

No words heard in your absence

The aching & longing defied by You

How my love is bound in pain

In hopes to be untied by You.