Wolf and Crow

I am crow
Born from wolf
I am divine because of his spirit
Sprung from the saliva and foam of his pungent breath
Shaped from the curve and bend of his fissured bones
Night creature creeping quietly
Nuanced howling blanketing the Universe
Stars begging to cradle such crystallized, cadenced meaning…
Resplendent in form; Obsidian mind and mane –
Sheer, fluid spirit that roamed mountains and hillsides, meadows and valleys
Springs and rivers, catacombs and caves
Light and dark, hearths and gravesides
With incarnate eyes, piercing facets, seer of butterfly wings and hurricanes
Feral connection with the intangible; Visions… the knowing of
A ghostless humanity; Having stoned the simplicity of Love

– A seasoned soul in a primitive nature –
No myth or magical burden
I am divine because of his spirit
His silence and thoughtful gazings; Ritualistic empathy
Beneath dry, blistering, desert skies, sparse, withered and frigid –
Having forgotten that Atlas bothered…
Fevered molecules choking compassion
Suffocating a disintegrating humanity, its deviated attachment in meltdown…
Alone, wolf followed a fallow moon
Crouching, crawling, running through the briars
Ornate eyes peering at the treetops, always watchful, mindful
Hunted, he never wavered in his protection –
Despite death dreams in my narrowed, haunted eyes
And a lingering feeling of lethality tugging at my wings
His presence swelling in my visions: Will you soar, despite your burdens?
Your word is like God, he reminds me
I can’t feel the wind below my wings, nor the mountains beneath my feet, I answer
Trust what you seek, what you build and what you tear away, he reminds me
I am every breath you breathe, every thought you allow, every energy that you give
My fur, my blood, my bones, my eyes –
I howl
My heat, rhythm, spark, furor, softness, wild –
My love holds the sky for you
With its layers and washes of oranges and crimsons, fans of violets, blues, greys, obsidians…
And its dimensions of shadows, specters, corpses, reapers, and the light inbetween…
I am wolf
You are crow
My child, Myself, My love
Arrogant eyes
Suffer the betrayed, be they beast or human, to receive the perfume of infinity
I fear nothing, for everything has a purpose, he murmured against my cheek
As the moon and the stars lit the way for my tears

I look to the sky; It is my living religion
I feel the wind below my wings and the mountain beneath my feet
Closing my eyes, deep breath… I dive…
I soar

I am crow
Born of wolf
I am divine because of his spirit