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The Crow Knows: A Poem of Lost Love

Updated on May 31, 2015
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Missing Link is originally from rural Ohio. He currently lives in Hillsboro, OR. with his Wife and two Sons.

I wrote this many years ago:

The wind blows through the park;
her spirit playfully caresses me.
Boats dot the water gray as
islands await in the distance.
The mountains are obscured by clouds.

Black herald sits on yonder branch;
the sound he makes meshes with my thoughts…
Cah! Cah! Cah!
The crow seems to know.

Made me feel like I’d come home;
like I’d crossed the finish line.
At peace I finally felt; now I walk alone
as the Ocean whispers her name
and oddly enough,
the crow knows how I feel.

Through the cemetery
the cool wind turns my face slowly red.
A dry leaf dances across the ground.
A part of you was a part of me.
Where’s the forest without the trees?

Black avenger skips on the ground in front of me
as if leading me somewhere…
Cah! Cah! Cah!
Black avenger momentarily brings me back
and then off I go.

Walls were let down;
the inner sanctum shown.
I was complete, at peace and, happy.

Lost in thought,
I kick a pine cone.

There is still a candle lit.

Chipmunk scurries about, stray cat makes haste.
Distant kids squeal with delight
as I try with all my might
to ignore the bushes which so softly seem to
whisper her name.

I am tired and my mind is numb.
Sleet begins to fall as the ground
crunches beneath my feet.
Scenes like this are familiar and yet, and yet…
Cah! Cah! Cah!


ANOTHER VERSION


The wind blows through the park;

her spirit is all around me.

Boats dot the Ocean gray as

islands wait in the distance.

Clouds obscure the mountains.


Through the cemetery

the cool wind turns my face slowly red.

A dry leaf dances across the ground.

I kick a pinecone.


Chipmunk scurries about, stray cat makes haste;

distant kids squeal with delight. The bushes so softly

seem to whisper her name.


I am tired and my mind is numb.

Sleet begins to fall as the ground

crunches beneath my feet.


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