Crow keeps drawing me closer and closer to him. On New Years, when I came home and shivered under stale blankets, I felt him draw me close and hold me. It never frightened me that there was someone else in my bed because I knew him and knew him well, although this was the first time we met. I wasn’t feeling particularly lonely – it’s just that this is a new part of my life and he is my new guide. If there were such things as soul mates – he would be exactly that. The rest of him is somewhere else in the world probably being guided by part of me. Really we are one and at this part of my life we will meet. In my dreams he comes to me with an aura of authority, knowing of his power and commanding respect immediately. He’s not tall but Crow certainly makes others feel as though he is. He always comes to me with an easy smile and goofy eyes. He’s relaxed and at peace with himself – he rarely lets anything get to him. His heart floats with mine as we complement each other to near perfection. His hair reaches halfway down his back and is the darkest black, his skin is a soft russet and his eyes are a deep brown. (This is only how I perceive him – how he looks in the physical world could be completely different) Crow is home and comfort – he is everything new and possible in this world with kindness and love and hope. Yes, he is full of hope. He’s the one who takes me at the end of my dreams when I’m crying in frustration and blows away my tears. He lifts me up and instills in me trust and power. It’s always the same type of dream when I’m trying to reach out to my family and friends but I’m unable to. I get so angry, so frustrated, but Crow steps into me and tells I’m doing my best. He wakes me up so I can see the light. When my face felt as though it were being attacked by the world and that there was nothing to hold on to – he kissed every part that hurt until my skin healed. I asked him to kiss my heart but he told me he couldn’t yet. He is my masculine energy and I am his feminine energy. He is magic and freedom and the future. He is with me at all times and I am not alone, because he is inside of me right now. At bed I hug the Crow’s wing and he hums me the songs of our ancestors and I smell the forest and damp grass on his chest. Even now I can feel him brushing hair out of my eyes and whispering the love of the world into my ear. I wonder when I’ll meet him as a human but am not concerned with that, for he is a pillar in me and he is I and I am him and perhaps we shall fly.