The Wolf and the Wanderer

In the Valley of Wanderers I sat alone under the great oak
Awash in my thoughts beneath a blanket of fluttering stars
A lost soul who pitied his self-pity
And regarded life as a chore
I grew tired
I did not care
Out of blackness crept the wolf, coat slick with moonlight,
Primal yellow eyes shining arcane wisdom
Why do you despair? he asked
Your destiny is yours
I do not care, I answered
To seek it makes me weary
Let me show you what you seek
Lest you judge too quickly
I became as the wolf
And together we left the dark valley
We journeyed for what seemed like days
Me in a trance, my companion slinking ahead
We will not arrive until you open your eyes, and see
My eyes were shut, and when I opened them I saw.
It was you he showed me, basked in a blinding light
I turned away until my pupils could adjust
I had not cared until I saw your smile
Its radiance melted my gloom like the sun set on ice
I had not cared until I heard your voice
Stolen from an angel, its melodic tones resonated through my bones
I had not cared until your gaze met mine
Through emerald windows shone a flaming force of purity
You were a blazing sword that cut through my weariness
And stirred my heart to beat boldly once more
But then the wolf returned me to the Valley, as I was
And stole off into the night without another word
The moonlight felt warm against my skin
I would wander no more
I climbed the great oak branch by branch
Desiring the stars as they grew ever larger, ever closer
I ascended to the top but did not stop there
Soaring weightless through the luminous void
And on into the milky abyss,
Where I would meet you for the first time again.