The Raven and a Rose
(form Puente)
On a
midnight dark 'n blue,
a raven sat
bewitched
by a
mysterious moon,
undeterred
by cloud or storm
perched
solitary 'n forlorn.
Unconcerned
of its impending fate.
stoically awaits its 'moon-mate'
~ into
darkness; thence risen to life ~
a new day
dawns in happiness bright,
hope and joy
in heart afire, ignite.
Hands
gentle, hands caring and tender,
cradle a
flower in complete surrender.
Bloomed and
blossomed to perfection,
whisper the
whorls of ruby red,
'my love is true, I am yours to wed'.
