The Remembering - A Poem

I feel that I love you

But how can that be true…

We met just moments ago

Something deep within is stirring,

A cavern, held in a heart,

Not felt before 

Home to an ancient stone yard, of long forgotten loss

There, a tired Raven stirs

Aching, beaten from grief

Gently, a melody on the breeze, passes through him

Caressing his feathers,

Lighting his soul

Softly, waking… from a sleep as old as time

His ancient eyes blurry,

His heart in disbelief 

Raising a weary head

Toward a rising sunlight…

The melody again

Resonant and real…

He forces his body to rise,

Peeling slowly from cold stone 

Lifting his weary head to hear,

Could it really be…

It is Her…

The call from another’s soul finally heard

It is Home…

Singing from a voice that only he understands 

It is Now…

His body lifts, a yearning to leave, finally to return 

Awakened, remembered, reached

He spreads his wings, gently, testing 

His majestic power, ignited,

Renewed

A joy soaked, hollowing cry escapes him

A pining from so very long ago,

Returned…

Time to come back to me

You are found 

The path now lit within two hearts,

His flight is set

Ascent

A strength unmatched, untethered and wild

The search across the ages, ended 

Reunited at last…

I know I love you,

Because we met at the beginning of time

-Amanda Ryan

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