TheBeautyOfWolves

I saw my soul that day I saw it in a pair of amber eyes Full of sorrow and understanding I saw the true me that day In the swiftness of running On four feet instead of two Claws and teeth ferocious As well as kind I found my true name In the warm grey fur Hard and stiff like rocks Yet soft like velvet I saw how wonderous the wild is In song, and soft moss bedding To work as a team, and to love I found myself that day I was lost and blind before I found myself in the eyes The eyes of a wolf He showed me the path That was hidden The magic of living again Not dying, if not for him I would be dead I shall never forget that