"If you said it, and said it clearly It would be heard by me If you felt it, felt it in your heart If your mind inside was like mine You would find and see me You would be welcome in my dreams You would be welcome... We have argued till we are black and blue Nothing to say this is what I tell you Happiness is as freedom It is welcome If you saw this, You would know this is the truth All of your hopes inside are lonesome Without me, inside of you I feel the world calling - I will wait for you Oh, how you are dear to me If you knew this you would see, this is the truth You would be welcome to my dreams You would be welcome... No man can save the world, it takes a woman No woman can save the world, it takes a man Welcome... You'd be welcome No man welcome No woman welcome Mmm no woman, no man" I feel torn, exposed.. the dreams still haunt me, even if I can manage to sleep now. Somehow, the undisturbed sleep makes them more vivid. I can smell the blood on my sword now, see the faces of those around me, taste the salt of my tears as they lace my lips, and I still wake with a shudder and a stifled scream. That familar pressure on my back is getting stronger.. burning.. tingling even.. and I can't see to understand why. Perhaps its because I retreat into myself more often now... just me and my whispering echos and thoughts. I retreat because I do not wish to think about what I must say to my raven, the talk and what seems the inevitable fight with him. How I long to go running in some wooded place, just me and the trees. Perhaps one other person. No talking, just the freedom of running for no obvious reason other then the joy of it. I pray more to my goddess now, but it doesn't hold the same spiritual quality it would if I were to do it outdoors. I long for the warm rains of late spring to come that I might find somewhere to sit and think, somewhere to be one with myself and look for some answers to my questions. But it always seem that those answers only bring more questions. So I am left being introspective, not able to talk to many about it, listening to my whispers. If only I could share.. but I'm not that brave. That part of my spirituality if you will is much to private for me to ever reveal to any that don't already know. Perhaps I will find what I am looking for.. and perhaps know what to do with my raven and with myself.