Caw

I hear your call; I call you back On raven wings we soar as one – We fly midnight between the suns The gift of madness on our tongues From perches steeple high we rise And take our protest to the sky And to the evening, as we dive; We surface and our tears are dry – With flaming wings that torch the sun We heave the stone and let it lie And at the mast, ourselves untied, We grieve the siren where it dies Oh, light that shines on pinions black! I hear your call; I’m coming back –