Raven's Heart

Locks, shade of midnight raven's flight,

Dark soul's windows with soft insight,

Into which that he choose not delve,

Enlightenment of feeling or for self,

Hearts betwixt beginning or end,

Yet be still they stay, yet to begin,

Their trip through eternity stilled mid-step,

Hindered by that which one cannot forget,

Enrichment offered seen spurned away,

Clamped lips sealed as told to stay,

Truth be known to one but not both,

Amidst the darkness she still floats,

Upon a promise of futures untold,

The story of life if ever unfold,

Life and love in gloved hand go,

To stroke upon cheek of the heart grown cold,

Windows of ice through which the dark sees,

A time remembered lost in reverie,

Rejoice! Rejoice! For it lies so near,

Warmth fulfilling through shed tear,

Bring the burdens for shadows to bear,

Knowing true comfort always be there,

Though dark can sometimes envelope light,

Dark heart it does take to flight,

As whispered lips part finally to speak,

The statement within them be not so meek,

Pray the champion hear the cry!

Of raven haired maiden your heart can rely.

Know open mind and heart are allowed,

For sharing of secrets both small or profound,

Calloused digit upon tendered flesh,

As finally such prose may come to rest,

Within the folds of encased lips sealed,

Truth of said sentiment surely is real.