I am the raven orbiting in aerospace
Above the earth, above the human race.
My shadow smeared upon the mountain peak
Like a feathered kiss on that snow-white cheek.
Sometimes I wander too close to the sunrise
Enough to feel that fire in its eyes.
Singed by the heat but lost in my reverie
Heedless to pain until it consumes me.
I freefall alone at the edge of the world
Wings thrash the air—wild, frantic, unfurled.
It’s a desperate, feral, impassioned last stand
But solo flights are doomed for a crash-land.
The wind chokes out my voice and strangles my soul
All that remains is a fleck of the whole.
A body deprived of its essence within
A counterfeit creature of bone and skin.
I comb the horizon for my saving grace
Some foothold to grasp, some faith to embrace.
I roam the hinterlands with compass unclear
Direction obscured, sight darkened by fear.
The summit ahead and the valley behind
Keep me hemmed in their resounding divide.
One urges me forward on two broken wings
The other croons, “pause…rest…heal your heartstrings.
The summit proclaims a hero’s arrival
But from the valley dawns a revival.
A hurried ascent leaves you panting for breath
But stillness draws strength from innermost depth.”
So I’m just an arrow in the archer’s hand
Ready to soar at his trusted command.
My feathers catch daylight, my aim flashes true
First comes the waiting—and then the breakthrough.