He filled my dreams,
In the dead of the night,
The stately presence of him,
Filled me with fright!
He stood watching as my garden,
I watered…
Then over to me casually sauntered,
I sat down on knee high wall!
My fear so strong convinced I would fall!
But as I sat…!
I could hear myself say,
I must not fear,
This one is here to stay,
I held out my hand,
To draw him near,
To show him I had no fear!
He came towards me,
Circling slow,
Lay down at my feet to show,
That he came as friend not foe!
My fear dissolved…
As quickly as it came,
Just as I knew he felt the same,
He too had been wary of me!
Not sure how I would be!
For scary it is to dream of a wolf,
The fear of such powerful creatures can engulf,
Your emotions are high,
Your instinct is to run!
For as long as man has existed,
The wolf has been with us,
And has given us a wide berth,
His beauty is legend!
His eyes held mine…
His coat, grey and black,
With a healthy shine…!
Why he came to me in a dream,
I cannot say…
But I realise now!
That trust was learnt that way,
For in no other way!
Could I not freely give,
My trust to a wild animal and live!
So perhaps the message of the dream,
Was that I had to extend…
Friendship…
Because then I could learn to trust!
And this is obviously something,
I have to learn…
Or possibly the dream…!
Could have been a warning?
That a friendship of which I was wary,
Could actually be one that might prove,
Very scary!
But if I held out…!
In courage and showed myself brave,
Then this friendship I could perhaps,
Begin to save…
Which it is to be,
I am not wholly sure,
But no doubt,
All will become clear,
I just need to endure!
Now a new thought has just come into my head,
That the wolf is a sign to show me instead,
That this wolf is something new,
