This is another piece inspired by lucid dreams and a personal spiritual guide;
"I'm hovering over an elderly Native woman in a wintry night dream scape. The moon has cast a blue hue onto the glistening snow blanket. I float down toward the Grandmother until she and I are one. I/we cover our hands with some kind of sweet sav as we lay down behind a large snow embankment.
I hear the sound of snow being packed underneath running paws getting closer and closer then slowing as they round the snowdrift to our hiding place. The three strong and elegant wolves lick our hands as I realize that we were calling them to us. Now the Wolf and I are one."