Grey

A grey wolf haunts me;
in my dreams he stares from clouded eyes.
A moment of stillness
and a lift.
My feet no longer touch the ground
but it feels like I am running.
There is a smoke or a fog,
it surrounds me.
There is no where to run.
I am in the arms of a man now.
Security, yet
I wiggle to be free,
but it is not safe.
The cold wind blows
and I am alone again.
Only the grey skies can see me.
There is a shadow and a deep breath.
Then silence.
The wolf stands before me.
I reach out to touch its fur,
blue blood drips from its mouth.
he stares through me, and vanishes
into the grey.
A scream in the distance breaks the quite.
I run towards it,
theres is nothing.
All is silent again,
and the cold wind blows.