Not Of Dark But Light Poem by Shirley Harrison

My Raven is my lantern from grief

he sits with me

he doesn't drink tea

even though I always offer a cup

he stares, he stairs so deeply into my eyes

he is able to somehow hypnotize me

I can hear his voice

some may find this aghast

others, just weird

and some? completely oblivious to his power

but me? I find him completely profound

he heals me, in the moments

I'm consumed by my overwhelming loss

sometimes he has grand news

that may or may not change me

other times he just comes to sit

observing my soul

if I'd never lost something precious

I don't suppose we would have ever met?

but here he is larger than life

and his aura?

not of dark, but light.