I sat across the table and watched. Silently in my aloneness, invisible to all but the Watchers.I saw you, you with your large glasses and your dyed hair. You who wore a gleaming smile on your face, but showed signs of life’s harshness on your forehead, your eyes and your scalp. You annoyed me. You annoyed me by how you disrupted the flow of they who worked about you, with your demands and your cheerful demeanour. You annoyed me and I couldn’t tell why. So I watched on.
I watched you with my own eyes. I watched you with eyes borrowed from a life yet lived. I watched you with lenses loaned from a wisdom I sought. It was in watching you, that I saw what I had not seen – I saw him.
He was quiet. Mostly. Sitting by your side, soft in conversation. I saw him, whom you, perhaps just for this moment in time, shared a Place with. I understood then, and in understanding stopped being annoyed. For with your quirks, and your willful gestures, what drives you tonight is what drives us all. For that moment in time, we were equals.
You made me think. You made me ponder upon the promises I would make to her. I haven’t met her yet, you know? Yet it’s funny how I am so sure of the promises I would make to her, that I’m making to her.
I want to share my mind with her, my wild, untamed mind, filled with wide-eyed wonder for the world. I want to share what I see with her, through the many masks I don, through the many shades I watch the world in. My world is beautiful, in its mishappened majesty, and I want to share it all with her. I want to read aloud what I write, what I ponder, what I question, what I am unsure of, to her.
That. In its futility, is what I promise to her.
Musings of a Raven 