amber-peach, in a gentle
fade across my view,
at last comes the horizon...
over the clouds, thru the window,
into the airplane reflecting off my unfocused stare,
where my head sits sideways, adjusted.
military haircuts, military conversations are all around me,
and it's an easy dream to believe we're not scared,
that our minds are heroic, and sleeping is something that
we can do as the sun falls,
and the stars surround us.