Between sleep and wake lie the shadows of truth
The time when the body lingers half between death and life

This is the time the she wolf hunts looking to steal a soul away
A time when the body barely clings to the soul

This, a time when the conscious mind may touch the heart and know the secrets of the soul
Coyote the sly one comes to walk within the shadows, not to hunt as the she wolf, but to listen.

For Coyote knows, secrets of the soul lay bare
Are more satisfying than the she wolf’s spoils of the hunt.

JH Smith
© 11-2010