This drawing has no real title, but for association's and contemplation's sake, I am nicknaming it "Temporal Evolution". Make of it what you will...
Mediums: Pen and more pen.
And this poem is another dream poem, though this poem has been more worked out when am awake and full of writerly concerns. Still a rough draft though, so judge as harshly as you like, I shall take no offense! I hope you enjoy it, or derive some spiritual value out of it...
Sky-sent Eyes
It was in your hands where I began.
But the crown of oaths is too heavy for your heart now,
As it was for my shaking hands.
How long do you hold someone to
A promise?
As long as they can stand?
The birds of sorrow have come to me
In dreams and in waking
Black feathers rustling and
Oak branches whispering
Under their sudden weight.
They would look me in the eye,
I would look in yours.
But I looked away for so long
No longer can you hold my gaze straight on.
The cup we shared dropped
Red wedding wine upon the unkempt floor.
Their raven claws would snap my lies in two,
Their sky-sent eyes would comfort me.
For they have come from a place of honored promises
The sky has held their wings aloft
And I will fly to you
They will teach me how
There are no words in naked flight.
Meet me with your eyes
And landing I will shake your heart
Free
To hold me again.