The Crow
(…or Song of
the Crow)
Heavy he leans his tired head
Where once he wore a crown
Tarnished gray-wings his world rests:
Too weak
To stand the ground.
His dark stare shows a silence
Where once there was light
Is life not a test my friend?
However will you fly again?
Touch the heavens:
Glide with the
winds!
You
are a mystery my friend
A
mystery within…
What
is the quest within in your eyes?
Who
are those masters that rule?
I hear your cry:
“Give back to me the sky!”
Note: Written
© 9-5-1999/Written at Barnes and Noble in Roseville, Minnesota, by Dennis L.
Siluk, Dr. h.c. (Poet Laureate, Peru) (No: 180) Published in the book “Sirens” 2004 (Revised and edited 7-2014) This
poem was written in regards to the author’s illness in 1996 (MS) Whereas, the artist
Yang Yang, made four paintings of the crow in regards to the poet’s struggle
for recover, this is one of the paintings, and the poem he wrote concerning the paintings….and
his recovery. (Yang Yang Art Gallery, Chicago)
