A raven

G, it’s a poem, but as Black Elk said, you can see that it’s true

O raven domme morrigan,  Queen spider, obsidian the butterfly in the dawn

Of love, changing disguises, in your passing, mesmerised by your enchanted forms

At your faces, as each thought I read, your butterfly heart leads  my thoughts pass

I tread ahead, follow behind, the mad, obsidian world transform in your wake

From obsidian to a rainbow across my path, curved of wit, coloured potential

Lit across my eyes, watch the sky, as you spread your wingèd rainbow, I follow –