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RAVENS WING
A song is coming forth, as yet
a whisper in my heart.
For one who is so close in kind;
reflections shadow in my mind,
together ever, far apart.
The feeling crept into my soul
'ere words were ever spoken;
of grey eyes gazing into green
and everwhens as yet unseen
of promises unbroken.
On Spirit's path this raven hath
a goleaur of faith
in knowing when to say hello,
and knowing when to let it go
for love is an evasive wraith.
The wolf may run,
but when the one
that holds his heart is found
Spirit sings on raven's wings
and all worlds meet within the sound......
Celtwolf (c) 1997
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