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

 

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