The crows have come for many a day,
veering off to the verdant woodlands beyond.
Their call carries an insistent and relentless note..
a captivating cadence stirring ancient recall
deep in the recesses of my sentient soul.
I hear, I feel
and my spirit responds,
singing a timeless tune
that has no beginning nor end..
A song of starwinds and synthesis,
and infinite bliss…
until crow spoke to me,
I did not know I knew.
C. Brink © 2003