Maybe, I imagine, that peace comes on the softness of wings, of being carried away the blackbirds as they croak and caw, soothing me to sleep with the haunting call of their poetry and song, tucking me deep within this nesting I never want to leave as dark feathers cover and keep me while I…
where the lonely go
Into the darkness follow the shadows, that deep call of the void, follow, follow the dark sorrows home Art/Poem Debbie Berk 2020
