The Scry by Lisa Brandel

Bless my soul,
did what you want
come before what
I need

Did the Crow with the runic eyes
show you the broken heart
Let it ride through the night

Let it whisper false truth
in your ears

What I am made of
you cannot comprehend
and you could have had the dream

You could have held smoke,
in your open palm.

The unstable reality
you created
makes your grasp slip
from iron.

As the crow flies
we are not in the same world

The world of want
The world of need.

The fantasy of you.
The reality of me.

ⒸLisa Brandel 2012

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