©2022 Michael Raven

if it seems i write too much
of dreaming it is because
it is dreams that haunt me
e v e r y   n i g h t

macchiato hair
marked with ash
windswept cliffs
over an ocean wide
raven riding thermals
and lynx at side
i taste salt in a kiss
under overcast skies
forest stretching behind

an owl call
before the thunder

storms brew
but there is no pain

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