The Raven Has Fled- Part Two

The closer you get The more they seem to move As their shapes become giant And your hopes then behoove Now anchored offshore With the dinghy in place You can see them more clearly Each shape and each face Like monolithic Gods They reign high on the hill Looking down on who enter With a warning that’s shrill But where are the people The Island is bare Just giant stone carvings That linger and stare As you land on the beach The ground starts to shake And from deep in your heart The primordial aches The mountain then trembles All paths become closed With the thunder a warning Any trespasser knows As you run to the dinghy Its been stolen and gone And your ship is now missing In its place just a song Calling out in those words That you already know…. “A price not paid dearly is only for show” You turn back to the mountain And in an explosion of light You’re lifted up to the heavens Spun around in a fright Then shooting straight downward Toward the mountain below With force you are planted Along monument row And now that you’ve joined them All questions abide The distance and separation In heaven collide…. “Can I leave, am I destined to be left here entombed ?” And in language you recognize You hear back so soon From those pillars immortal Voices start to be heard Your welcome now total Reborn in their words “You can leave if you want to the choice is now yours but this mountain goes with you all places defer you’ve reached through the mystery you’ve passed your own test the tonic’s within you —the raven has fled” (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2013) Written by Kurt Philip Behm kurtphilipbehm.com