Raven
She sits as if she is
carved of stone.
Dark hair twisting and twirling
gently in the wind.
Thick cloak wrapped ever so
tightly around her breast.
For the moment, her thoughts
are still.
Relieved through meditation,
calmed in an open,
unrealistic light.
Emotionless, an empty shell
lest she unleash the
boundless energy within
Herself.
Still, silent as night, dark
even in the billowing
rich blanket rolling
effortlessly around her.
Softly chanting into the
silent air, her words flowing to
the glowing stars.
Shining above, reflected perfectly by her
sad, empty,
lonely
eyes.
