TRANSFORMATION

I always wondered
if there was a wall
glinting in the fires of my fears.

I always pondered
if there was a howl
drowned in the well
of darkest wishes.

Until I saw a white wolf
standing in the desert
spellbound
by the echoes of thunder.

Then the wolf
ever so slightly
brushed against a veil
and walked
away from thunder
into the roar of the sea.

I will follow you, Golden-eyed,
now that I know,
we can move
lightfooted
in the house of Soul.

Copyright by Carna Zacharias

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