my lucky star
was not shot down.
he is big and bright
and I circle him
because he is all I care for
all I love
and my entire life--all I need.
he gives me air to breathe
and eases my cold nightmares.
he is the golden sun,
named will,
will solace,
ironic.
and I couldn't have asked
for more,
as I watch him
walk ahead of me
hand-in-hand
in the local mall.