Raven Spirit
“Raven Spirit”
Born unto this life,
Winter turned into
Spring, as morning sun
grasped at melted
window panes in
my young eyes.
Venturing out
into the brisk fresh
colorful display
of nature’s floral
mosaic, I breathed
my first breaths of
new air.
The early snow-capped
mountains shone
through the clouds, as
the Raven cried out
of his nest, and gave
my spirit a name.
I drearily walked
Into a dream,
where I picked
a wicker chair
and sat to wait,
as to make
this anxiety abate
A glorious light
Took over me
And led my staff.
Fear and my dream
Brought me along
Such this path.
To a state
Whereas to
ponder my fate,
when a Raven
came to stand aloft,
at a wondrous
wrought iron
gate.
With deepest glare
In his eyes,
much like that of slate.
Gave more the meaning,
with which my life
did equate.
For within he grasped
the sum of my life,
in the thoughts
of my mind,
for it’s just then
that he rendered
me blind.
For with the
Creator whom
once gave me
insight at birth.
Hence had sent
same Raven
To strip me
This worth..
Instantly as mind blank,
my spirit with half name,
as my heart sank
like rock in a stream,
like a child again
lost again in
a nightmarish dream.
Taken away back
from whence I
had came?
Once lucid, now
insane,
Before death's
door again.
poem by John Cochrane
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