Ravens

Flying around to find a landing.
Wings don't really get lost in a world forever expanding.
When the brute of the storms in the sky got intense birds were romancing.
Gliding around with no care of anything.
What kind of chemistry did the past bring?

With no words they communicate in search of a place to rest from a days prison.
There was a journey that had strong reason.
Where will these two ravens land can you imagine?

Adapted too comfortably to the dark.

The shades of black and grey eclipsed the yellow orange sun.
As the sun appeared we just had no fun.

A park bench for ravens they landed on a tombstone.
Together in view inside they felt alone.

The ravens sometimes try to reach inside to connect.
Touched inside with same old actions predictable to detect.

One flew away forever.

It's probably best for the rest of life's  time.

One raven looks up as the other flies away.

Stuck for good this is for the better.

Can't  seem to fly anymore for the other bird.

In the end the sky holds us both.

A natural process that even ravens expected  a time ago.

We may pass each other again as we're flying through quiet skies.

Written by: clearminded villain
Photo: Artist Bonnie White