Poems from SpiritRaven

Why are you still here?
It is not the gold and monies for reaping. It is the people that makes a job worth keeping.
Yelling
I've been sending you messages with my mind Do you sense them, the glances I throw from time to time Or the notes, where you have to read...
Where'd you go?
Creak, creak, creak, creak Feet they swing hair flies free How much higher than you am I we swing we talk we laugh we dream Creak, creak,...