Mea Amica, Corva

You have much you could teach me.

I have much I could teach you.

Neither of us is ready.

Or do we hold back in fear?

You like me.

I like you.

Neither of us is in a good place for that.

Is it safe to say a good place will never be found?

You are a cradle I found safe;

I would return ev'ry night if possible.

You are the leaves;

Free with the wind,

But can be stopped by small things.

You are the running mountain water.

Cold at a glance,

Warm within.

Carving its own path.

But you are not the ringing bell.

Commanding. Bossy.

The icon of the church (building).

I too am not the Bell.

I can be the light at the end of the tunnel,

Or I can chose to be a hidden mine;

Tread carefully.

I am the lone wolf.

I never find a place perfect for me.

I howl at the stars; they are my friends.

But I am certainly not fire;

You are fire.

Fascinating and magnetic,

Yet requiring caution and

A steady hand to preserve the power.