I feed the ravens and
the flowers are arrayed
so beautifully

What is the pursuit of
my heart?
The desert sun

lights up my path
while the ravens
sing and dance
round and round,

croaking softly
from deep within
their throats

hear ye! hear ye!
heavens above
my laughter and cry

the raven is soaring
through the sky
in graceful, rag-winged flight,
a messanger heralding

transformation and change.
she lands on my shoulder
and touches her beak
to my ear and neck

Let my heart just sing...
all night long...
while the ravens
proclaim the lost innocence