The Shadows of Crow

ah the impossibilities of this 
deepest untroubled sleep
seeing the sparking edge
of a moon burning away 
what's left 
of my
deserted 
earth
the wind rises 
sings from the hymnal
of hills 
gospel 
of dreams
now the moon pillows me
soothes me in the tremors
or the coming 
shadows of 
crow

jppestana
The Shadows of Crow
3.27.2019