And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor…. Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” E.A. Poe
When we were younger we walked paths of beauty Up dusty steps before the sunrise Until the sun rose over red stone arches Through the mist of rainbows from the falls And the golden eagles screamed over us Flying down the long trails of morning
Though we were afraid, we thought that maybe We knew enough and loved enough to follow the dawn Surely there was more to our journey than Shiny vehicles surrounded by summer lawns Living in false palaces while the forests burned around us
Life broke us many times and our pride Like damaged feathers pulled us down We could not find the true song There were strange voices from the stars But no one believed our translations
Now we are older, our hands are worn We are so weary And the Raven has come His eyes are shiny and feathers black He moves his head to one side With a cynical call he derides our struggles Tells us, “No more dreaming No more wistful stories of the time before, Nevermore.”
Though my heart is still burning With broken dreams and misplaced lore I have not forgotten the cerulean blue morning skies The voices of ancient children still singing And my love laughing by the waters
Perhaps this old Raven will attend me Another journey though our wings are sore And oversee another sunrise On those beautiful, blissful shores.