By Gabriele McPeek
He is the warm blanket you reach for
The steady breathing of perfect sleep
The smell of summer after the rain
The crunch of dry leaves
And the bite of mountain air
The slow constant of a sunrise
The infiniteness of the stars
He is the feeling you get when you know everything is about the be alright
He is a well worn book
Aged whiskey and old leather
He is hope made real and those unimagined
He is a fortress
A savior
He is the answer to dreams and the dreams themselves
He is the chance you take
And the regret if you don’t
