”Greeting The Three Crows”   


When I can’t bury you 

I lift you to the stars


Like that of when 

you described 

When I was born


The day was long 

cool yet warm


The crows came in three 

but can’t see the 

height they see


I can’t bury you 

but I look in the

clouds for some silver  


Seems the steps 

to climb to the heavens 

are too high


but I am sure 

when the window opens 

the crows will fly


Why did they 

come in threes


It can be something said

that you can’t be buried


So stay close in 

a heart that missed 

the opportunity 

and she too didn’t 

get a chance 


The heavens are 

too high for even 

the crows to reach


Maybe I will 

climb down for fear 

of falling


Greet the crows 

on my way 

to the ground that 

I couldn’t bury you in 

and stay until 

I see you again