The wolf says
“Maybe some of those coins ran
through
The hands of your friends up here
Like messengers from the future
To let you know
You will never be alone.”
I reply
“I don’t believe, I’ll ever be
alone
Now that you watch over me.”
You see
Her eyes are not only dark with
shadowed night mystery
They see more than what’s right
before her
Barriers do not exist for the
wolf
When she shuffles her cards
They’re merely translucent
boundaries
Allowing her to see the
unseen
Unimaginable to the average
To the spiritually lost at sea
But for me
The mother of cups
Wraps her feathered wings around
me
Guides me to follow my heart
And the wolf says she sees me
softly stepping beside her
When the snow is thick on the
ground
Two spirits twirling in existence
From bodies thousands of miles
apart
Now
While moon washed magic
Blankets the night
I fall
From conscious to unconscious
I’m dreaming
My eyes race back and forth under
their lids
The wolf is right there to greet
me
We stroll on the cracked stone
sidewalks of the future
In a world most likely coming to
an end
I call out to the crowd
The crowd I call out to
Saying, “We poor souls
Have been bagged as vagabonds
By the normal fringes of
society!”
The people had become nothing
more than nomads
Wandering about
Trying to find anything close to
what used to be
The wolf said, “We should dress
to amuse them
Help take their minds off the
present.”
She then held my hand as we
walked
Through the darkness
Protecting me with all of her
magic
For she travels across stars to
seep into my spirit
The wolf
Who walks among my dreams
The first part of this poem in quotations comes from an email written by Liz Worth to me. After reading it, I realized even in emails, a poet speaks poetically, and her words of kindness that day were the perfect start to this poem.
This poem is from my book : Petals Falling
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