Sunday, July 31, 2011

A Wolf Beside My Bed



There is a
wolf-ghost
sleeping
beside
my bed,
and he
gallops
with me
nightly
through my
dreams,
full of joy
and life,
his eyes
agleam,
 along
wild beaches
of our
happiest years,
 (since it is
a dream,
there are
no tears),
and
in the forest,
green and wild
and deep,
my wolf-Pup
brings me
comfort
as
I sleep.

10 comments:

  1. So true, I've said this before, but I sure miss my dog Bonnie...I think of her daily.

    Laments...

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  2. Oh, so beautiful, such joy...I love it!
    I love that he is showing himself to you again~ There is so much happiness in those cherished memories; glad he is there for you~
    xXx

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  3. Those gone are never really gone I think, I just don't get what happens exactly.. these dreams are too sweet, no tears indeedt what happens exactly.. these dreams are too sweet, no tears indeed

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  4. (since it is
    a dream,
    there are
    no tears)

    The subconscious can be kind, at times, to recall the joy without the sorrow.

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  5. This is just the best! The wounds will heal, the scars will remain. A special spirit walks with you.

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  6. Sherry, I hear you so very well. What sweet words. I am so glad Pup gives you comfort as you sleep.

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  7. And this I know to be true! How filled with joy this poem makes me. And as Maru said, what sweet words.

    Wolf's friend,
    Raven

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  8. Oh Sherry, so moving but I am glad too that he keeps you company nightly in your dreams. See? You were in love, and still are, no expiration dates here!!

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  9. Lovely, and again I want to see longer lines. Oh goof! Goofy goofy goof-goof. Pup.

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