Retreating Crows

I am a sponge of awareness
A voracious processor of information
Some in life squeeze more from me than others
One day someone will squeeze me dry
To my great delight and enlightenment

I stood once in the fog on the shore of Gloucester 
I felt the cool moist wind 
I walked the Big Sur ridge above the emerald sea
I felt the dreams within

So many fears and tears and heart rending years
Inside I hide the loves that died 
Outside I smile and listen aloud
I speak until other's eyes cloud

I see a murder rise from the trees
I find a lot of you in me
The crows quickly retreat from sight
I find a lot of me in you tonight

© Paul Viel 2002