Phoenix Cave

I am friend, not foe.....akin to the crow

with a message I fly,  across the sky, probably heading south...enroute to hell, I know the time is near.  the choice I make intention clear, my voice rings like a bell, 

My way seems long with each flap of the wing, fear I can't stay strong 

I'm in sight of my dream. winged instinct never wrong, on and on I go.

I open my mouth and forget myself, I ask about you, something's there you keep unclear, in depths of blue.  

Then I see it, there it is, this is it... even from a bird's eye view, It's time to land I arrive in this place I was meant to be all along.