A wolf among wolves

I fell asleep in your branches, woke up to the flood. Smoke signals, sirens. The poem in your blood gave me something to cling to; a thread through the dark. 

I said, tell me that story, the one where we sleep. For ten thousand years, then ten thousand more. To wake up one cool evening, unbroken and calm. Surrounded, stunned, crowned - by the stars. 

Image: Dan Burgess, Standing tall