With Wings

I was in a dream, of little blue flowers; the only color amidst the dark looming clouds, my body was alive, but my mind floated overhead, watching, as I move slowly toward the edge.
Calling to me like the long forgotten dead, a Raven circles ahead of me, my soul resting on his wings,
my body edging closer toward the precipice, I'm looking down with color blind eyes.
I see nothing but black and white, no detail or protrusion, nothing beckoning me to stop
my soul is screaming colors, it see's a cliff, a valley, a river, a long long drop...
Calling me over the line, my body at first falls slowly, then quickly and without rhyme....
But the raven assures me fully, no matter what you are still alive. So let's ride. (c) Jessie Olson