Raven on the Road

 
 
He was there right in front of me
he was the first thing I saw
on that particular early morning sunrise
 
Raven, standing on the road 
almost as if he was waiting for me
reminding me before my flight
to keep my feet on solid ground, once I arrived
how he knows me so well
 
It was a tour of sorts 
the ghosts I’d visit in my time on home soil 
I did it, I went back in time 
I went down streets of memories
I went back to all that haunted me
I took a good look around 
I felt their presence  
and I felt that terribly dark-colored aura  
 
It’s taken me fifty years to realize
those ghosts must be left
in the very dust of time
where they belong
where they’ve been laying all these years
after all, I can’t change the past
nobody can
 
and if by luck or chance 
I see the Raven when I return home
I shall tell him so.