Not of Dark but Light

 
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.