• He felt lucky with her
    
The wolf he once knew
    
At last understood
    
Life could begin anew
    He dreamt of the spring

    With her drawing near

    He thought of the flowers

    Not shadows or fear
    
Of gardens with bees,

    Once withering things

    Now life from the rot,

    From the fruit that death brings

    I was lucky to have you

    The woman I knew

    I'm sorry it shifted
    
It all felt so new
    I still dream of spring

    Though you are now gone
    Following blooms
    Where night becomes dawn

    Where ravens keep watch,

    And wolves chase their dreams

    From what has been lost

    New life softly breathes