The Night of the Ravens

The night the ravens came
the moon was blue


and the snow glowed under us;
the Earth and her crystals bright
were all magic.

The field of light across the way
swelled with the clicks and caws
of that flighty darkness,
rose and fell,
just like every stormy ocean will do.

Hundreds of feathery spirits had come
to announce the news
that love is stronger than any death
and that the messenger is always present
in the sound of wings.