The lion walked through
the doorway, stepped onto the porch
and roared.
His beauty was magnificent
as he stood in rich golden splendor
against the dark doorway.
I saw the vision and felt his power
from the sidewalk.
I slowly walked up gritty steps
and heard my feet crunch upon ancient cement.
I reached the lion and stood before him.
He took my hand in his mouth and I
respected his strength and control.
I felt the sharpness of his massive teeth
and knew I would fear him always.
Then I relaxed as he gently massaged
my hand with his mighty tongue.
The lion walked with me and beside me.
He led me to a crowd of people gathered
on acres of grass.
The continuity and green of the grass
is not describable outside of my dream world.
Some of the people were frightened and ran
away.
Some danced and played with him as he
raised his enormous body and brought
thunderous sounds from deep within his throat.
He disappeared from the people.
Our loss and emptiness caused us to be broken.
Then we looked up and saw him sitting high
on a hill.
He poured out his love and smiled.
