The Shadow of Sleep

I wrote this on a late, late night a couple weeks ago and forgot about it until now.

JTM

The raven dives toward earth,

Never touching land or sea.

Tangible, on the border
Reminiscent of the shadow of sleep

We swoop low to the ground,

Though we chase no Zzz’s.

Our souls may fly,

Wherever they please,

Unencumbered by matter,

The flesh and bone and duties,

Released from mortal prison,

Finally free to chase dreams.