The Wrecking Crow.

I dreamt of this girl last night.
She was thin and she was young,
She had a crow on her shoulder,
A monkey on her back.

I thought of this girl last night.
She weathered years of wandering,
She wept for the crucifix,
A promise she could never find.

I sought out this girl last night.
She needed to be told that
She was as beautiful as crown jewels,
A treasure to be seen by many.

I talked to this girl last night.
She told me no one cared for her,
She said if she were beautiful then I was
A blind bat wearing glasses.

I learned about this girl last night.
She told me we were exactly the same,
She and I had walked the same journey,
Two pieces of the same soul.

-A