A raven sits on the windowsill
Gazing at the moon above
Humming the thoughts no one say
Dreaming of her only love.
She flies once the sun appears
She returns when the day fades
She keeps the secrets of the strangers she met
Only whispering to me their dreams and fears.
The raven has aged gracefully
Slower and silent, she forgets.
She no longer gazes at the moon above
She can no longer remember her only love.
Her feathers have fallen from the sill
Onto the ground where strangers pass.
The secrets of those that she once kept,
Have been washed away by tears wept.
Gazing at the moon above
Humming the thoughts no one say
Dreaming of her only love.
She flies once the sun appears
She returns when the day fades
She keeps the secrets of the strangers she met
Only whispering to me their dreams and fears.
The raven has aged gracefully
Slower and silent, she forgets.
She no longer gazes at the moon above
She can no longer remember her only love.
Her feathers have fallen from the sill
Onto the ground where strangers pass.
The secrets of those that she once kept,
Have been washed away by tears wept.
No comments:
Post a Comment