Ravens - Albert Bouchard

A swift flock of ravens on a cloudy day

Draws a trail of contrast black on grey

Crossing the horizon in rapid flight

Soaring to meet the descending night

Stitching a line between land and sea

I reach out my finger to set them free

Tomorrow they’ll arrive where you sleep

In another land darkness seeped

I watch the ravens fly as you lay dying

Hearing you insist I won’t have crying

Did you really mean to die so soon

Darkness descends like night follows noon

As the raven horde sweeps to the night

Your soul leaps skyward catching flight

Leaving me here unable to rise

I let you go with one last sigh

Wings beat the air like soft thunder

The sky darkens the day grows somber

I won’t see you again while I live

As day follows night and take follows give

Gravity anchors me flight has failed

Far far above the moon rises pale

All I ever wanted was one last smile