High School Memories

Rain vs. The Raven

Storm clouds begin to surround my world

As the red gates slam, 

Cold rain approaches, 

Its drops sending chills along my spine

And a raven perches apon a tree.

The rain is waving goodbye, 

The raven watches and smiles,

It watching my every movement,

In a manner full of questioning.

He spreads his wings and rides the wind.. 

..wet and cold will he make it through the chilling

rain. 

Will I lose it all to the weather?

Walking within a grave yard,

These fingers run upon the tomb stones of those lost

long ago,

Two paths lie before me.

One pointing left then another point right,

Skeleton like hands push out of the wet mud to point

the direction.

I look inside to try to find the correct answer,

If I choose the first will I be led to roses,

Or may I fall weak amongst the path,

Stabbed by the thorns for those of a rose.

Left to be trapped in the eternal darkness...

..of a broken heart.

Turn from deep blues to enchanting greens,

My mind scolds at me,

Begging to understand,

The raven returns to my side,

Its feathers have turned from its black silk,

And now are tattered and torn,

The raven let out a cry,

While a single tear of blood falls from its eye.

The raven rides the storm, 

The rain branches out to lightning strikes

shocking, flash crashing thoughts, the whisper of the

nuture of rain

The comforting numbing of pain. 

Feathers fly, my raven crys 

it's tears sit comfortably on my cheeck

washed away by the numbing rain 

Streaming through the Red gates 

The Raven makes it just in time 

One place and a hole 

The Raven forever visting

And the rain never draining