Shadowy

 
Echoes in my the rippled stream of thought lead me onward  
directing my attention to the shadowy places  
I hear whispers on the winds  
and I do a double take  
 
There's no reasoning behind this way of thinking  
yet it is there again  
it's been with me always  
 
I listen intently my gut says pay attention  
this could be an Angel or a Sage  
relaying information on starlight  
 
I take the heeded warning  
Absolved of my guilt  
I carry the information close to my heart  
it rests within my sacred chambers  
to make its way to my waking brain  
 
Intuition of faith or is it deja vu?  
I've been here before  
It is ominous on a beautifully shaded afternoon  
 
Derisions of sadness sharpen the picture  
and I can see the Crow