Monday, September 28, 2015

The Messenger Raven

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In the silence of the night
I hear a sound at my window
A calling I cannot disregard
As I see the Raven at my sill

He comes to me now and then
As the restlessness consumes
Confirming my deepest fears
I heavily bear within the core

In doubtful moments that subsist
Even as he speaks to me in visions
Presenting what shall come forth
In a steadfast fashion that perturb

I do not fear death, nor its calling
I take heed to every sound uttered
As the night begins to sing to me
A lullaby of revelations to come

No matter what can be said or done
Known is that destiny shall prevail
Even in times of sorrow – desolation
As sure as fates conspire ceaselessly

He is only but one of many messengers
That comes to call within space and time
As nature reveals itself before set eyes
One I embrace with an open heart – mind

Be this a gift, a curse, a calling in disguise
In knowing, I become wiser with awareness
Of what shall rule, from the impending days
A forewarning, as the outcome comes forward

Alas, true recollection of the divinity of nature…

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The Speakeasy Cafe said...

You are amazing love!!!

Lucy Martins said...

No promises, but if I can I will call in and read this one on the air. Thank you always for the love and support, tis' a treasure-

Charlotte Rose said...

I adore and YOU too!~ <3

Lucy Martins said...

Thank you for the love Charlotte, it goes in heart <3 xoxox

Michael Todd said...

There is a find line at times, between blessing and curse, one you traverse without timidity.

Lucy Martins said...

Thank you Michael =)