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