
Oh to be a sunset raven.
Guided by the will of the day’s breeze.
At ease with each wing outspread
catching wave after wave of errant winds.
Oh to be a sunset raven.
Surfing the remnants of a blissful horizon.
Sky is the only limitation.
No longer in chains like an earthbound slave.
Emancipated from every tethered nation.
Taken about blue-born skies without care.
Oh to be a sunset raven.
Guided by the will of the day’s breeze.
-Benjamin Thomas
