”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