�and the Raven soars
screaming toward the stars
guided by a crest of moonlight and a breathe
sweeter than nectar and ash and love
streaming with the wind in her eyes
to sharpen her tears
never turning from the star�s light
for to blink
to nod
for a moment
she would lose the star
he would sail from the heaven
to be
no more than a shadow
of a memory
only remembered when forgotten