=To Eva=

You watch unaware
of the ashen raven
that sees as you see
and is one with the eyes
that you have.

You move unaware
of the faint, the echoing
beat of wings,
that within your raven streaks,
the dreams that I love

are in flight as you soar,
as you watch, as you fall,
as you sleep, for the ashen
raven never rests
in your ebony grave.