... the old black rum
Dreams of the Raven
A black bird sits on my window sill
and talks to me at night
the shimmer of its feathers glow
from the touch of the full moons light
A message from the dreams of time
When the Ravens eyes met mine.
They tell of places hidden deep,
and emotions that, forever keep
in the recesses of the mind.
Though locked away
from the fragile heart,
they'll wisper in the dark
in the dreams of the Raven.
James Parker Haley Feb 14, 1994