the girl with the raven's soul
she hums to the quiet morning
toes barely touching
the moss breath earth
the reeds stitched with feather fall
the raven watches
eyes like polished absence
wings folded into hushed secrets
she names him Vesper
dark as an evening prayer
he tucks her voice under his wing
tucks his wings inside her ribs
when she whispers, the lake listens
when he calls, the wind stops
when she dreams, he flies
when she cries, his eyes grow darker
soon
her feet will leave the ground
she will open her mouth
and a thousand nights will pour out
he will open his wings
and she will follow
beyond the hush of branches
and the glint of stars
rising together
as each night unfurls beneath them
the girl with the raven's soul
she hums to the quiet morning
toes barely touching
the moss breath earth
the reeds stitched with feather fall
the raven watches
eyes like polished absence
wings folded into hushed secrets
she names him Vesper
dark as an evening prayer
he tucks her voice under his wing
tucks his wings inside her ribs
when she whispers, the lake listens
when he calls, the wind stops
when she dreams, he flies
when she cries, his eyes grow darker
soon
her feet will leave the ground
she will open her mouth
and a thousand nights will pour out
he will open his wings
and she will follow
beyond the hush of branches
and the glint of stars
rising together
as each night unfurls beneath them