Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Child of my heart

So I told him to paint a picture
in his mind of a place where
he had been closest to happiness. He spoke

of the dunes, the willow shrubs
that became impromptu forts
and the ravens playing
in the sand-stirred air. But then

he said he couldn’t make the feeling
come, and
sometimes
he wished
he’d never
lived on this earth
at all.

But I believe, at night, he unlocks
the cage he has built
and allows his soul to fly,
dreamside.

When that soul must return
at ravenrise
to slide over the sill and back under,
I imagine it carries
beneath its arm
a slice of the predawn sky,
and from this

it makes its bed.


Rachel Westfall
November 26, 2008

5 comments:

Kyddryn said...

Oh, this is lovely...

Shade and Sweetwater,
K

RachelW said...

Thank you, Kyddryn!

gameover709 said...

beautiful!
jorc

joaquin carvel said...

i love the sweet-sadness of this, and the flow. quiet, soothing, wise and hopeful. beautiful piece.

RachelW said...

Thank you, jorc and Joaquin; I appreciate your comments.