Silence so turbulent it echo's with every bang on the drum,
A faint deep sigh of the sea,
every once in a while is heard,
The deep cloak of night is worn,
Still the raven waits,
waits patiently to hear her call.
The horizon stands grounded,
Adjacent to her dreams.
Her eyes widen and pierce the nights thickness.
The deepest, sincerest sapphire.
Her intent, her generosity is blazing
For all the night to see.
The chains that bound the raven,
Stifle the beauties soul,
The clasp breaks, her wings expand,
she takes to flight.
The moon shadows the silhouette,
Copyright © Michelle Beck