She-Wolf's Eyes

I turn my head A flash of red Movement; fleeting Like the sun on a winter day There it is again Flashing by like a glimpse of the past This time it stops, and I can see it A she-wolf, but not a she-wolf Fur coppery, shining like gold I look again, this time there is a girl The same red leaves-in-autumn hair, The same soulful eyes That catch me Hold me ‘Till I cannot look away Next it is something else That I cannot name And yet it is familiar The animal, a she-wolf again Draws closer Until I can almost touch it Slowly I reach out my hand And brush-touch the soft, shimmering fur Feeling the warmth I feel a brush across my mind A shiver runs up my back And I feel a longing for something I cannot name And then the red she-wolf is gone But I can feel her with me Watching over me And I know If I am ever in need She will come to my rescue For all the rest of my life ‘Till I depart this world I could still feel the touch on my soul And see the eyes of a she-wolf