Naked Feet

I was running in an empty street

at night, running with my naked feet

and only a blanket wrapped around

myself, and the air was without sound.

Then, suddenly a thousand ravens flew

over my head, the sky turned icy blue

and just as they appeared, they all just stopped

in mid – air, not a single feather dropped.

So I was yelling just to make them move,

they flew into a shape of one big raven,

they changed direction, gathered in a swirl,

and I was stranded in a kind of haven,

I tried to take a photo of the skies,

the patterns and the thousands flying by,

my hand was steady, but the ground was shaking

and I felt like I just witnessed the making

of my old soul, my friend, myself, the night

was total, without fear and without fight

and only a blanket wrapped around

myself, and the air was without sound.

I was running in an empty street

at night, running with my naked feet

and only a blanket wrapped around

myself, and the air was without sound.