March 26, 2011

Raven

By In Poetry

Raven alight upon my ledge
Tapping at frosted glass.
Barely the handle is turned when you leap inside
Transforming into the Night Beauty.
You sing and I am yours.
I woo you, love you, make you mine
You wrap your wings around me and we fly together into the sky.
I grasp you close,
But my hold is too tight.
Your feathers wilt.
You call out to the blue sky.
I see you at the window again.
I open it and you are free.
My room is smaller now.
I see your feathers upon my pillow.
The clocks are louder.
I pray for rain so you might visit.
I search the trees and the sky for you.
I listen for your call.
But you do not.

Written by Jon Hillenbrand

Jon Hillenbrand is a Chicago-based artist working in photography and filmmaking. He has over 15 years of professional award-winning experience working both locally and nationally in television, print and web advertising. He currently calls Evanston, IL home.