SILVER LINING (Track 7 on Royal Jelly)

crows fly
in lover's likeness, a cold wind caresses the
frozen sky
the egg inside its gentle nest is cradled tightly to the ever-
dreaming eye;
the sideways glance of rapid movement
..silver lined
in the clouds collecting colors from the spring and also from the summer

too bright,
through the cracks, the rays are piercing
dark night
disappears into the fire, burned into another dream that
takes flight
carried on a breeze into tomorrow..