A Raven sent to watch the Magician
as he rides.
I'll keep all our secrets she said,
then she cried.
From moss on gazebo she perched
and looked on.
Watched for love in her mind,
body and song.
So intent was her gaze the love
could not miss.
All that was captured, kept, not
forgotten or dismissed.
The Magician rode past and was
right in his mind.
Past, present and beyond his will,
The Raven was sure with all
she had seen.
That this was the place where her
heart had last been.
Jill Fitz 2013
This is the only picture on my site that is not my own. Sent by a friend.