Her Sacred Wild

I sit in the stillness of the Sacred Endarkenment Feeling my breath… In and out, In and out See, SHE says… You ARE still breathing Still...

You can feel it on the wind As the Veil thins and the Old ones gather Concern on their faces And tears in their eyes For they know this...

The wolf stalks me in my dreams She comes in my waking hours too holding me in her wild ways as trauma threatens to silence me, drowning...