RavensNook

thoughts of light
lead to a loss of sight
blinded by the wants
of a future out of reach

yearning witch,
outstretched hands
for the sands
of a time
where she sings with the chime
of the bells
and not farewells

until then comes
she cries tears of green absinthe,
head adorned with a crown of violet hyacinth
and hopes her tears don't turn her numb
to the passage of time
when the bell tower sings its chime

Just wanted you to know I was thinking of you <3

a quiet return to still waters,
a silent prayer at nonexistent altars.

a raven's croak,
not bespoke.
a crow's caw,
not in awe.

a witch in an old place made new again,
a search made in vain.
old friends to dust,
athame in rust.

one step, one pause.
a house, hopefully home again.
a purpose made cause,
flowers to be lain
at the grave
of who she used to be.
the one who gave
to all that she could see.