Colors dim brushed across the sky Along the shores left undry Crow so black, can't see its eye Silence watches one cry Lifeless dreams too hard to see Keeping soul quiet company Needle eye to infinity The soul slips through easily Stitch into black holes of wonder Can't escape the pull its under Lost among what isn't yonder One cries that no one's found her Soft sand and shiny wing A crow sighs and cannot sing The sun sets on something Darkness soon it will bring Strength from weakness born Manipulated, inside torn Dressed in black becomes warm Taken on another form Sitting above waters deep Manifesting a soul's sleep Reflecting an image it can't keep The one cries but cannot weep (I usually create the words before the image, but in this case it was the other way around.)