Hour Of The Wolf

In this hour

He spoke the words

of timeless dreams.

He told me of death

and of life -----Upon the moonswept hill,

Listening for my dreams,

A gust of wind swept me

through time, and

lay me down before

the wolf.

It was his hour

It was my dream.

"My time," he said,

"Lies somewhere between

night and dawn, somewhere

between your dreams,

when sleep is deepest

when nightmares

scream in your mind.

I am there in that time,

that hour,

the hour of the wolf."

I rose from my dream

to stand before the wolf.

His form

The shape of a man

The shape of a wolf.

Are you there

when the sleepless

are haunted by dread,

When the ghosts and demons

walk the earth?

Turning

From shape to shape

the man, the wolf

stood before me.

In this hour

when most children are born,

when most men die

I must choose

birth or death.

to become the hour

To become the dream

Inside myself,

I saw the dream of time

flow down into the hour.

I stood before the wolf

and chose death.

For in that death

was rebirth,

and in that hour

the hour of the wolf,

I was he.