White Raven

Moon’s silver blue visage deeper then ocean and as celestial cosmos vast On the spirit it makes impression that will forever last It’s light on laying in the pond Victoria lily it will cast It illuminates the air particles falling like silver blue dust White raven rarest of all In his beak caries moons’ illustrious soul When piece of that soul On the Earth will fall It is the moons’ tear And with it beautiful blue pearl will appear As raindrop clear And when one will look inside moons very soul will be near To reach it white raven will give you a special seal That in sideways of your mind its way will feel To the immeasurable depths of one’s will This is the base but extended soul will make it beyond surreal