A Dark Haired Raven Of A Girl

Poems Of Hope, Spirits, The Book Of The Dead 

by Cliff Rhodes

 

A Dark Haired Raven Of A Girl

03-28-2013

 

The black haired raven is revealing herself.

Testimony to time, we both are less than well.

Melting into a ghost of revelation, we rest together.

Telling me with a nice smile, she is expressive.

 

How long has time suspended this meeting of minds?

Barely touching, our souls linger a little along the line.

That thin border of a calm, it is between dark and daylight.

Finally we acknowledge the peacefulnes of time.

 

Memory is kind to love and those who are like her.

If you treat that spirit well, she responds with endearment.

Running like a bright clear stream, she travels through us.

Ghostly regeneration smiles upon all tender lovers.

 

There is no closer touch, no better ecstasy than breath.

Help me in my resurrection, I wish to live among the blessed.

No one rose of livid colors has such a life as this.

I see the gentle breeze as it livens her lovely spirit.

 

Sing on great little birds of good news to the forest.

They know the cross takes form in hearts past and present.

Let us not disturb the great wind with our silent smiles.

Only a recollection is there now to rewind in our camera minds.

Reviews

[melissaepike]

Wow this is very interesting. Very well written as well. Keep it up.