The Visitor

And as I dreamt long, long
into this beautiful night
I glimpsed his grin
deep within
the shadows of the moons wrinkles
 
startled by the figure
of this magnificent raven 
perched right beside me
on my dreamer’s quilt 
 
he whispered ever so gently
on
how to find the end of my grief? 
 
I asked him...
but how do you know? 
 
he replied... 
 
although you sleep
and of that you dream
of all that’s dark
and all your screams
when you finally awake 
 
you'll be free
 
then he flew his enormous wings
right back
into the wrinkles of the great moon
 
and when I awoke I was...
I was finally free.