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.