A fleeting glimpse
Through midnight forest seen.
She softly slipped between the gnarled
And shadow-twisted trees,
A silent memory
Of time and ages gone.
Her sable pelt
With moonlight silver sheen
I saw her then before me on the path,
A great and ancient wolf,
Dappled evening gray by shadowed autumn night.
A ghost of lives born and died,
A memory of early dawns.
She looked my way
And called to me with ageless sea-blue eyes.
And all I knew
And all I was,
My pains, my hopes,
My fears, my dreams,
She felt them all and more.
And in that briefest azure glance
I knew she understood.
Copyrighted to the Shazriel Archives with the permission of Tom Coote, August 7th, 1999
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