"I am but a lonely drifter" and other poems by ShayLa Blake
I am but a lonely drifter’
By ShayLa Blake
I am but a lonely drifter
Drinking wild ocean air
My eyelashes caked with salt
And my hands are dry with sand
I catch lightning in a bottle
Cork it and watch it float
I stare aimlessly at the sun
Running in a never-ending sky
I am but a lonely drifter
Long cast out to sea
I pray that on land
Someone’s missing me
Danger lurks at every turn
Waves rock me side to side
I search for caste lines
But, am not surprised at what I find
I realize now, what I am,
And all ill ever be
I am but a lonely drifter
Long cast out to sea
Raven Angel
By ShayLa Blake
A river of black flows and the wind blows,
Whispering in the ears of angels
White noise filling crowded streets,
and a distant hum along with the raven song
Cascading blue in blankets of pale light;
And soft curves highlight the coldness of steel;
A mystery converging with the softness of still
A warm hand, rolling along the spine of trees,
Dripping with paint shadowing the soul
The shake of white,
Speckling stars bright
Feet stepping on air, light as air
The smell of cherry wine, with much to spare
A Raven Angel,
Soft pink and sweet sounds
Fire charing ice the black
New words, emerge, submerge
A Raven Angel