The Raven Poem by Jeff Nesvig

She lifted it gently off the wall
And looked into the eyes
Of the reflection and the picture
That looked back at her from behind the frame and glass.

they looked into her eyes of blue
As she moved slowly across the wooden floor
She smiled as she closed her eyes
And danced the dance of memories
As she tried not to cry.

Now the raven is in the window
And yesterday is waiting at the door
Looking for a lonely heart
For just one more dance across the wooden floor.

And still the raven is in the window.

Many a night and many a dream
She shared a quiet smile
With the reflection behind the frame and glass
While she danced with yesterday across the wooden floor.

And her eyes of blue would tell the truth
Of the feelings that she has
As she looks at the reflection looking back
From behind the frame and glass.

And still the raven is in the window.

But her dreams are all she has
While she opens the door for yesterday
And dances across the wooden floor.

And while the raven is still in the window
She closes her eyes and dreams
She remembers everything
As she dances with yesterday across the wooden floor.

And still the raven is in the window.


Godfather.