Lost As a Feather,Follow the Pretty Beads
Lost as a feather,follow the pretty beads ,
Lost as the feather of a raven,I walk myself across the empty court yard,
Where I come across an occasional mound of fresh dirt not quite marked,
They seem as lost as I am,I look for her decor,as I had done the week before,
Even then I wondered why a raven would circle on this hottest of days,shadowing through the leafless trees,
My tears subside-not like the sweat ,which rolls down my face onto the crackled ground,
I stand dividing the past and the future,shadows are cast when the raven passes ,giving off an instant of the truth ,
Why do I seek the call of the Raven,while searching for my friend,Who has left, joining the rest- dancing on cloud nine, I am as lost as the feather there on the ground near where I ‘m sure her body lays.
There are a few pretty beads left behind,as though she had left a trail to where she had gone.
. -Dedicated to Lynn Summers who passed away here lately 8-1-2011
Copyright © Ricky Brown | Year Posted 2012
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