Spirit Guide

Author's note: This poem was inspired by a dream. I'm not sure when I had the dream, I wrote the poem in September, 2001. It was one of my most vivid dreams, in which a wolf that was about six feet tall at the shoulder told me that I was correct in thinking that I am a dragon, and caused my transformation back to true form. It made me aware of the fact that a wolf would mean a great deal to me later in life.

In the bleak darkness of night,
Beneath the moon's unerring light,
A group of strangers runs in fear.
From what, I do not know.

I find myself among them,
Running fearful with the crowd.
I wonder where we're going, for
That too, I do not know.

And then a flash of silver light
Streaks past without a sound.
And then, before I see it come,
It is already gone.

Again it comes, but slower now;
Fleet-footed shape is seen.
But only for a moment, now,
Again it disappears.

But wait, once more it comes,
Sees me, and stops midstride.
Stops, and stares, into my soul,
Surprised to see me here.

His eyes are deep and full of wisdom.
In I fall, and thus learn all.
What I have known thus far was false,
All of life, a lie.

The truth appears before my eyes,
A truth I'd never known.
I was more than I had seen,
Much more than I am now.

He blinks, and I awaken.
I softly spread my wings.
He looks on with approval
As I fly through midnight dreams.

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