peace to me

is a golden haired dog

asleep on a floor

by a fireplace.

and a fire

which is concealed but still spreading,

and it’s casting its warm radiance.

and i could say it is like the sun,

but it’s not harsh like the sun,

it’s not cold like the sun,

it is quiet unlike the sun.

peace to me is a dream i can’t catch with my hands, it becomes a buzzing in my ear

for some reason.

and it hurts my heart. it leaves burn marks

like the sun.

though the sun would obliterate me,

and i won’t pretend it won’t.

waking up from a decent dream isn’t like the sun.

it’s just mildly uncomfortable.