Here, I Will Stay

Standing alone, over grasses and cone Your dream is blown Sunshine that touches my skin, wet or dry, Your word I woe Waiting alone over dried leaves and tone Your soul unshown One sunset you appeared as a crow Standing on my toe You kept on picking on me as I blow Your beak so low Fierce winds jilting you away Solitary here I stay Your wings propel you towards me Your heart that twig and sow Breath from the ocean you draw and pray Husky voice you say... "I will rise and fall like a crow on hay for you I'll stay!" "Story of two lost souls separated by time represented by a male bird and a white female statue." (Prosebite)