I couldn’t decide which image I liked better…any thoughts? The raven flies, as leaves rustle in the breeze, and all I can think of is you and me. The way my wings take flight around you perched in the thorns of the locust tree. You, and me swirling around you your feathers glistening in the dark; a single spark waiting to become flame. White petals swirl in motion… delicate snow in spring; lying in the meadow waiting for the sun to rise in waves of golden moments frozen here and now, wading into watered down pieces of forever. You, and me swirling around you your feathers glistening in the dark; a single spark waiting to become flame. Here we are, right now, the mist of fog damp on our skin reaching into oblivion; raindrops upon velvet… shadows dancing in the atmosphere of truth. You, and me swirling around you your feathers glistening in the dark; a single spark waiting to become flame. Join me here and let the pain go, my love, in our home built of stick and bone; wings stretched in voile air and limbs descending into twilight. © 2022 Stephany Moeller #theraven #stephanymoeller #bebold #midcoastmaineartist #mainewriter #writer #poetry #art #photography #chronicillnesswarrior #keepgoing #home #love #bebrave #sketches #art #typewriter #smithcorona https://www.instagram.com/p/CeD_Q_QuUgu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=