Wolven

The wolf of my dream
Moves through my lover's mind.
I dreamed he saw it:
Then he did.
Since time, the wolf
Has come to wander me
Throughout his pain, his torture,
Showing me the scenes of his
Red and green imaginings.

The wolf of my dream
Moves smoothly, staring,
Shoulders high, eyes pale.
The scenes, transparent,
Real, and overlapping,
Slow motions, seem lit
Up like its eyes.
The Wolfofthewoods,
Alpine, looked in his eyes.

And they became more pale,
Transparent, lit up from
Some silent, wandering dreams.

~ Tantra Bensko