Ethereal

 Dust dances in the sun trails

  as shadows stretch out across the wall

   cast from bodies lay sprawled on our bed.

     Your head on my chest,

       two hearts at rest,

       I’m surrounded by the essence of you

      I’ve waited a 100 winters for you Little Wolf.

    Crossed the barren snow trodden ground 

   without a place to call home,

   Yet here you are wrapped in my arms—

  a celestial made flesh,

the manifestation of my dreams.