Little Raven
Aged.
Weathered and ancient.
Bursting, overflowing,
With magic and laughter.
My new home,
Of ancient spells
And magic that
Turns you mind, your heart,
Upside down and inside out.
And yet,
The ache,
That always returning,
Fear or heartache,
Loneliness.
A little Raven,
Wings black like midnight
Clouds,
Falling through endless
Eternity driven circles
Of homesickness.