Raven On The Road Poem by Shirley Harrison

He was there right in front of me

he was the first thing I saw

on that particular early morning sunrise




Raven, standing on the road 

almost as if he was waiting for me

reminding me before my flight

to keep my feet on solid ground, once I arrived

how he knows me so well




It was a tour of sorts 

the ghosts I'd visit in my time on home soil 

I did it, I went back in time 

I went down streets of memories

I went back to all that haunted me

I took a good look around 

I felt their presence  

and I felt that terribly dark-colored aura  




It's taken me fifty years to realize

those ghosts must be left

in the very dust of time

where they belong

where they've been laying all these years

after all, I can't change the past

nobody can




and if by luck or chance 

I see the Raven when I return home

I shall tell him so.