A Lion
Last night I dreamt of a lion
By Ruth Humphreys
Last night I dreamt of a lion.
The moon was full, she met me by a childhood stream.
I walked with her
equals, calm, poised
Inside screaming.
This was a rite.
A little faster, she caught up, her mouth open considering her prey.
Her head on my chest, playing with my fingers,
a gentle bite.
I sensed others fear around me, willed them not to approach.
I removed my hand and held my breath.
Her heavy body on mine, resting.
It was complete, she was mine and I was hers.
Last night I dreamt of a lion.
Ruth Humphreys is a storyteller, writer and spiritual artist. She teaches about the power of sacred play, and the art of integrating play, creativity and spirituality into our lives. Ruth runs the Wonderled Playground, a safe space for leaders to explore wonder, courage and inner growth. She has connections with lions of all kinds. Ruth can be reached at www.ruthhumphreys.com