I saw a moonraaven flying the night,
Her smoky blue wings full of shadows and light…
….with a silvery twist, my spirit took flight,
….chasing moonraaven, flying the night.
Sweeping wings shadow the moon on the lake,
feather soft falling of sleep, then to wake….
….to sense a bud’s opening, its petals to shake.
….to see the sun rising, to watch the dawn break.
Moonraaven flies as the sun’s first rays shine…
still higher She flies beyond earth, beyond time….
….Her spirit is soaring, heart beating its rhyme
….wings blurring, aflame….as the sun’s first rays shine
blessings…silver
