When The Raven Meets The Sea

Beyond every shade of blue, lies a battle between fight and flight on holy fields of wrongs and rights. I often gaze into starless nights, wishing for worlds to unite - for aren’t we all just braided lives swimming blind in search of the divine? Two goldfish in a fish bowl. Two birds in search for one stone. Isn’t the water just another home? A forever swaying ripple of notes - one always resolving into another. The raven dips its beak into the sea, breaking surfaces while flying free - is it feeding its ego or its hunger? Nature is its religion - they’ve weathered a thousand thunders, one never questioning the other. The sky harbors its wildest dreams, catching them as they drift under moonbeams. It pauses to rest its bones in a cave, remembering darkness in all its glorious waves. There is no fire to tame the night, only faith in fractions of eternity that turns feathers into flames - driving the raven back into the dawn of light.