Falling through the sky
Dodging stars on its way to dreamland, a raven cloaked in darkness
soars against the wind,
tickling it’s feathers.
Eyes flutter lashes rest peacefully
grazed by scattering winds blowing in from the opposite window.
The raven skids below to the land
to capture a surreal scene, replaying in your brain.
Cozied in your bed, dreaming of drowning in your favorite lake,
and never reaching the bottom.
The raven whisks through the sky,
as silent as your breathing against flattened pillows.
Leaving the world behind.
Moon reflecting in its eyes, making shadows on your walls,
as vibrant as passing cars in the city.
Hums and buzzes interrupt flight, and cast the raven crashing into the waves.
Suddenly sinking to the bottom of an inky lagoon,
choking and gasping to no stop.
You sit up desperately in your bed,
blue eyes turned red, coughing up water hopelessly.