only to truly find my Ravenette in our bed,
back from a short migratory stint,
a journey in need of finding her soul and mirth.
I awoke from the dream,
and felt her roll over in her sleep,
her face calm and full of peace,
my Ravenette mere inches from me.
Ravenette flew back home,
brought stories and trinkets of her adventures,
brought her soul and mirth back,
Ravenette flew back home with herself back.
Temporary winters without the Ravenette,
now a body warmth next to mine,
don't fly away for a while,
or please let me come too Ravenette.
I awoke from the dream,
and she was beside me.
