The Raven

The Raven

August 30, 2023

The Raven

 

I am the precipice of the mountain you are standing upon,

 

I am the feather that lands at your feet when you are alone,

 

I am the dream wrapped around you, holding you tight on a cold winter’s eve:

 

I am the moon catching you when you fall from the sky,

 

I am the song of the flower that kisses you good night,

 

I am the wildfire that burns between us.

 

I am the heart that goes on beating even when it is broken,

 

I am the kiss that bruises you, the lust that does not struggle.

 

I am the first time you fell in love from a distance:

 

I am the faithful and the betrayed, the unthinkable,

 

I am the silent lover, the starving lover, the lover who wants to be yours.

 

I am the unfinished stone you searched for in the quarry:

 

I am the naked earth who stands before you awaiting your hammer and your blade.

 

I am the poet, the sculptor and the shadow reading your words,

 

I am the dream between dusk and darkness,

 

I am the pathless woods the broken compass and the poetry lost in translation.

 

I was the one you were seeking

 

because I was seeking you.

 

I was the wildfire that burned between us.

 

( Now )

 

I am the embers laying down in darkness.

 

I am temptation,

 

I am the raven.

 

 

Poetry and Art © Gesso Cocteau



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