Feathers of a Crow

 

A night as black as the feathers of a crow

Laced with the essence of lingering clouds

Flowing as if driven by a pulse through the air

The warm night wind blows over my bare chest

Dry and tepid, it flows over me like a blanket

Evaporating the beads of sweat on my skin

The moon light casts shadows in the dark

Each taking forms which seem to dance

Hiding all the impurities of the days sins

The stars above glimmer as if to call to me

Like a child I reach in hopes of grasping one

But like all else they are apparent yet distant

The sounds grow faint and silence begins to fall

Only the dreams being carried away can heard

In a night as black as the feathers of a crow

She cries

She sits impatiently
She waits anxiously
She ponders it all
She cries

She paces the apartment
She cooks a dinner she won’t eat
She stares at pictures
She cries

She looks at the clock
She checks her phone
She sees his profile
She cries

She remembers when they met
She remembers promises made
She remembers when it changed
She cries

She lays in bed unable to sleep
She makes excuses for it
She hopes tomorrow will be different
She cries

He comes in the room
He lays down beside her
He turns over and goes to bed
She cries