August: The Truest Self

Ravensoul, version III
11" x 14" mixed media on canvas


The Dawn won't find her lacking,
the Sun shines on her truth;
She's play the part
of a compassionate heart
and is blessed with Eternal Youth

Now she is the Raven of Evening,
the shaman born of dust
Beneath the sky, 
She dears to fly
beyond fear and into trust

She is a Phoenix of Midnight,
the flaming form inside the dark
She rests her feet
on a cosmic seat
as this world grows stark

Her past is no longer an issue,
She's flying high with the blessings of Fate;
Because She's risen above her fears,
dried her tears,
and, above all, relinquished hate.