How Long?

Dark night, Thick pine;
I tread deep into it's lonliness.
Inhaling the raw odour
That permeates throughout.
The moonlight bathed Earth
Invites me in,
Wanting to be explored.
I  feel as one
The Earth pulsing
To my every heartbeat.
Glowing eyes pierce the darkness
Watching my every move.
I feel his prescence,
His power,
His gentleness.
He steps out
And the moonbeams gravitate to him
Making his silver black fur gleam.
I bow my head to him
And his eyes beckon me
To follow him.
I do.
He drives me further into the forest
To a stream where a solitary deer is drinking.
Flash if silver and crimson,
The deer is no more
Than a twitching meal upon the mound.
He has his fill
And offers some flank to me.
I devour the flesh greedily
And give my thanks.
His warm caramel eyes
Bore into my soul
And I sense his welcome.
He lays beside me for a while,
His soft fur brushing my skin
As we sit and watch the moon.
Silent calls rouse him
And he darts between the pines
Gone before I could say goodbye.
I run after him,
Braches block my path.
I swing at one to move it away
And my alarm clock screams at me,
Waking me from my splendour.
How long til I dream again?