Oh, to be a raven.
Watch how the light clashes with the ebony wings of his back.
He sits lightly on electric wires.
Untouched.
Fearless.
He does not shake and he does not fall.
His dark eyes wander for a flash of hope to devour.
And then he is off, talons ready to snatch the life of another.
He lifts himself higher until the air is thin and his bones feel stiff.
The clouds are a mirage, hiding him and his man-made counterparts.
They both are reaching for stars like they will give us answers.
He hears the call of another.
Tuck your wings in, boy, for she needs you now.
You give the dark feathers of your chest and all the silver on your tongue.
Listen to how she whispers your name.
Softness was never your forte.
Your head was about as hard as the stones you filled your cup with.
(Your glass is overflowing, but it's really half empty)
Your collection of misplaced and stolen dreams grows daily, but she loves you nonetheless.
Death wears you like an ornament.
(But you make her look so good)
Wings outstretched and eyes ablaze, you are off for another life.
(Now I know why Icarus put on his wings)
