Letters to the sky, I reach out in soul
I speak in past tense because him I know
Burning words dance on my finger tips, as I repeat the spell times three
time releases the wind's of change......... whipping up leaves from my favorite tree
ashes are all that's left, I cover it with earth
I close my eyes to the scent of destiny
I know my prayer was heard
Dancing crow upon the sky he comes to deliver a message
I open my eyes to receive, as I thank him for his presence
a song came on the radio, the words did make sense
The Name is clearly displayed on the back of a black canvas..