His sagacity
is more than a flared ember
burning in distance
across heated, summer oxygen.
He is the flame
that quenches the storm-
the code of who I am-
the numbers of my life;
he is my silence
that brings gunshots
to the closed hearts.
I take a breath...
away...
from the sun.
This could never be a dream,
for dreams are meant
to be experienced-
remnants of a realm
while sensation is whisked..
here, I am loved
in a dreamer's heaven,
a reality's choice to trust.
