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 –
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2025
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