Raven in the Hibiscus

If I could paint a picture, but no I have my words;

So let the spaces in which I gaze away be;

An honest depiction, of what I do observe;

The great wings of a Raven, not by sight but by the breeze;

You’ve touched my heart of course, and looking down I shy away

I see Hibiscus blossoms eyes fixed skyward towards Ca-li;

Balance requires delicacy, intimate I pray;

How easy for our eyes to lock and drop me to my knees;

Humble be the gentle touch, but sharp;

As if to be kissed by the Raven's beak;

Talons are more gentle when Hibiscus wraps your heart;

Enclosed in her petals is the only place I'm free;

Misunderstood the Raven's great wings beat gently with the breeze;

Hibiscus blossoms I can see right through your mysteries