I fall asleep
and what I see?...
I fall down deep
and what I seek?...
I am far away
from real life,
but yet I am here,
I dream...I dream...
Broad lands of earth
spread everywhere,
in front,
and backwards,
but only one,
black spot I see...
the raven, black,
it walks, it stops,
and then it starts to walk again.
I peer into his eyes,
and see myself,
chained, down-to-earth,
thirst for the skies,
the Universe,
Divinity.
I want to fly, but
wings are cut,
the path is closed,
the thread is short...
But then I see,
it flies away,
it disappears
with grief of mine,
releasing soul,
returning wings
to hide and melt
into the Sun...
Black raven
© Copyright: Настенка, 2004
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