Dawn

The wind blows cold outside, The sun is flickering out. The grass grows dry and crumbles down Around the big blue tent. So many people sit at home, So many sing and cheer. While one stays out in the dark and cold, Alone and with no cheer. His limbs are solid icicles, His teeth chatter deafeningly. He clings to his jacket for warmth in this world, His fingers slipping through the holes Like his life had slipped through his hands. And suddenly, he becomes very still As he reminds himself of where he is Who he is and what he does. His eyes open wider and wider As he realizes the one thing that matters. It was just a dream.