One Raven.

Along that gray highway.
So deserted and bleak.
I see something small and black.
A chance small and freak.

It was by itself.
Glaring with black eyes.
Glossy pristine feathers.
As his dream dies.

The one raven flies.
Away to the wind.
Like you in my mind.
As if I have sinned.

Everyday I see him since.
You are never there.
No words said ever.
Like a ghost with a blank stare.

He will never find her.
One he'd lost to time.
I think like him.
Lost the bliss and sublime.