Literature
The Gathering.
The Gathering.
Where are the crows of yesterday?
The sky is blue, no longer black.
They've flown, they've flown, they've flown away.
I feel, I feel, I feel the lack.
Feathered shadows laugh
morning slips into day
the crows follow me
The sky is blue, no longer black;
No raucous cries to fill the gap.
I feel, I feel, I feel the lack.
A thousand feathers land in my lap.
stale bread crumbled...tossed
the field soon dotted with knots
of conversation
No raucous cries to fill the gap,
But tears I weep to lure them here.
A thousand feathers land in my lap -
A beating sound as they draw near.
evening tints the sky...
trees grow qui