His Free Flight

Going this same promenade
Second time today
Saw you resting but not in your grave
Died with heart aching
Though no one seen your tired corpse

And I wondered - why should we
watch you dying?
When your death went unnoticed
And newspapers verify
He is simply not being seen actually dead

Then - I saw your grave strangely newer
And the lost broken hearted folk
saw you moving
with the sparkle in your eye
Their ghost-chase

What do you want - Jim?
Pleading us to move forward
Forsake your grave
A hallucinegous bastards
Narrated you're expelling them in shame
Why?

They raised your spirit - Jim
In seance
You were of morbid texture
Wearing shape of dark foe made of skeleton
'Fly afar, get out of here'

As I walk your grave I feel
Not tranquility
Not menacing silence of fright
But a raven was calling

Sure denying ceremonies to raise you
Who was it they sought, if not you?
He now stood near me - raven, he...
Prancing, simply gazing into me

Your heart is not resurrected
They forget - that the heart was free
A ritual still apparent
Because he saw me

He was one - and flew over the grave
Enveloping you with his black shiny feathers
Embodiment of freedom soul
You wouldn't deny us of your compnay

You knowm they say - the unknowm is scary
The known and familair appears
appears again in lovlier colors
One wrongdoing was to worship you

he's gone - and I'm clueless
Is it always the same raven?
And why is he watching me earnestly
Pure curiosity beneath its feathers
'I know' he whisper

We know you're alive - scheming death
Mocking death - only you knew why
I assume - God saw you dying
We were not scheduled, or needed to see it

So your death is mystery no more
The man has said when you died -
Oh mortal you were, fortunately
But currently - he stepped on my feet

the raven returned and standing on my boots
I did hear a word he spake
'I -am- not-alone' is he your ghost?
The snake was pale white I saw it
creeping

I saw it all - as you inspired me
Somehow - your metamorphosis is real
And I watched you fly away from the grave
And I feel
I saw you forever...

And he flew at 8 P.M
Cemetary closes, he simply vanishes
And I imagined your blue-grey eyes you saying
Light me, light my fire, this is
Not the end