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I am their conscience they don’t wish to be reminded of their deeds of how they made wives widows and children orphans. These I try to look out for when I watch city late at night when people sleep; invisible, I merge with shades never seen, never heard. But then I have to retire to fields once more to be with elements where my adopted name Raven, was sung and is still being sung by creation.
I am messenger and I will prick their conscience breathing my message songs into air to be carried by wind to them in their beds that they may wake to look for me and they will not find me. But instead will find signposts and directions to where my covers lie. For I have undertaken a journey, a pilgrimage to that jagged hill to exert my soul, re-channel my thoughts. And when I do come down from that summit world will be bright, again.
(Excerpted from “Without a Name” a collection of poems by Val K, coming soon.)
Val K is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems "Without a Name" will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A. For personal contact, send mails to: email@example.com
Val K is a poet and a nature lover.