Ravens

Weymouth (21)

As night draws in and silence comes, the door is locked, the curtains drawn

I am alone, the world recedes and sleeps until another dawn.

Yet in the quiet, midnight hour with feathers soft against my skin

Two ravens whisper in my ear, as Thought and Memory begin.

Within the darkness of their wings stir images, both dark and bright,

That dance within the secret heart and quiet hours of the night.

A past replayed, as on a screen, as tears and laughter, broken dreams,

And in their midst a single spark, a star of quiet beauty gleams.

Deep in its central molten core, from what has been the present grows

A seed that reaches to the sun, and borrowing its light it glows

With inner glory, burning bright, with all the mornings yet to be,

The future held within the wings of ravens, Thought and Memory.

About Sue Vincent

Author, painter and Mum. The Silent Eye School of Consciousness
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12 Responses to Ravens

  1. Joxua Luxor says:

    How do you make Odin happy?

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  2. vicbriggs says:

    I adore this image. Raves have such symbolism attached to them. What I also love is the feel of movement inscribed in the sand – it looks like a golden sea-wave. Thank you.

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  3. elizabeth says:

    This is beautiful, Sue. :-)

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  4. How cool! Great post! ;)

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