Monthly Archives: November 2012

Just One Feather On My Pillow

Just one feather on my pillow

That’s all it took to pull me in

Just one feather on an otherwise flat bed

That’s all it took to hear the call

 

That’s all it took to pull me in

The commanding caw of the oil black crow

That’s all it took to follow that song

Haunting deeper than bone and marrow

 

The commanding caw of the oil black crow

Came calling calling calling in my ever deep sleep

Haunting in the endless deep soul

Leaving the black blot stain of ink behind

 

Came the calling calling calling in my deep sleep

She my muse whispers to me

Tattooing the thin skin of my passion

Deep ancient goddess she

 

She my muse that whispers to me

Pulling me deeper in and farther on

Oh deity before gods inspiring the hand of poets

Lady chaos bringing order

 

Pulling me and beckoning me ever deeper

To the hungry hands of the poem write

Madam midnight of the endless abyss bringing inspiration

Open your wings and set to flight

 

To the hungry hands of the poem write

Upon the papyrus of my history inscribe

Open your wings to carry me o’er the endless sea

My soul cries out, “Feed me!”

 

Upon the papyrus of my history inscribe

That I will not to that faceless fire go

My soul so hungry, feed

Awake in me the deeper passion still

 

That I will not to that faceless fire go

Old crow what story do you know

Awake in me the deeper lust for life

Just one feather on my pillow

 

Dedicated to:

Edgar and Lucinda

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