Poezja

O’er the waters of time
My attention quickly drawn
As Thought soars the heavens with
Memory at its side
 
By thorn and thicket we have passed
At times we struggle through
As that around us tears and shreds
Yet time we abide
 
Travel we birds of like feather
Black as night, strong as day
A reflection, one to another
An arrow taking flight
 
We chance upon the wind
Unyielding as the grave
Our ballad, sight and sorrow
Two ravens in the night
 
~ Christopher Thor Britt