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.