“Shudder, Little Crow, you think that you know me but you don’t.
If you want to hold me you have to let me in.
There’s no place within my heart for maybe.
There’s no time in my life for perhaps, or we’ll see.”
“I’ll be waiting-” those are words she never said.
“Waiting is a game that I dare not play,
my heart is tired of shadows and dimly lit rooms…
Be the shadow within my heart and I’ll walk away from you.”
There’s nothing left but the pitter patter of rain against the roof.
He’s lost without you… Lost.
His life is black and white, monotone without reality or routine.
“I’m a bird upon the sea, I’ll stretch my wings and fly, your net cannot catch me.
I am the wild, I am the bear, the otter, the eagle proud, strong, un-shy.
I’ll not be weak with you, those eyes that wish to speak.”
“Wiliest I shudder at your touch?
You will not have my heart.
Because you will not give yours to me.”
The pinning of the crow as he circles a star fallen from some place far and out of reach.
Be like the water tumbling upon stone, ever moving.
Cup your hands and watch the mirror slide between your lips.
There’s nothing there but damp palms and tears unshed.
Long to wallow, long to wander among flowerbeds.
The wind a whisper, “just a whisper” so she said.
She is the silent mist upon the shore, let her go, let her go.
The world is turned and thoughts of her no more…
“Never more” cried the raven in the night.
“Never more”, as she vanished from his sight.
“What a world… Be it but a dream upon the horizon lost in sod and smoke.
The horizon tainted by the eclipse and the sea, oh that horizon that weeps with widows tears. Yes, the horizon… that is where I shall be.”
A fallen star, a fallen star, away, away, away. Let it be.