the wolf from my dream last night
i can’t help but see myself in you.
you are not afraid, not unsettled,
not even moved by doubt.
you are also rare, distinct;
yet shy beneath the weight of my gaze.
you are like the wolf from my dream last night,
howling at the moon,
and suddenly you pierced into my soul.
the night drifts onward,
and with it, all your worries dissolve
into the thrill of a new day,
a new way of seeing the world.