A caw resounds inside my soul,
Stirring and churning, I feel the pull
As black feathers fly like wings on my heart,
Beating the breath, while the rhythm imparts
A stillness, a gentleness-
A calming touch and sweet caress
Of dark that shines in deep blue-black,
Like the night before the dawn comes back.
Heartbeat going into flight;
Drifting freely in darkened light.
Softest touch of dreaming wings
That run upon feet as the earth sings
With her own inner caw
And magik becomes law
From the dark and shadows
To the endless rainbows-
For all that ride the in-between
And find their vision from the unseen.

6/12/01
Thyme

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