Raven

fleeting images
sight and sound impaired
clarified
the eternal dream
never changing
yet always the same
sitting alone in the lighted meadow
surrounded by dark woods
I feel his presence
your presence
always watching, my voyeur,
my love . . .

the angry booming
of words spoken long ago
echoes never faded
meanings never clear
eyes of green
crystal clear
emerald betrayal
death of love
I feel his presence
your presence
always with me, my guardian,
my love . . .

the irregular pounding
of my own heartbeat
too loud
in closed ears
unlike the steady sound
of a mother's heartbeat
to an unborn infant
so warm and safe
I feel his presence
your presence
always loving, my angel,
my love . . .

the strength of his arms
around me so tight
I close my eyes
I can see him so perfectly
and my own imperfection
in depthless ebony eyes
wondrous
the warmth of love in his eyes
I feel his presence
your presence
always sheltering, my protector,
my love . . .

my eyes flutter open
the end of the vision
but I feel your presence
here with me
the image
of those raven eyes
forever burned in my memory
forever my destiny, my lover,
and my love . . .