I dreamt last night of a boy
Holding hands with the sun
Smiling through the clouds
Hoping for a chance to show his true colors

As he ran towards the light
Hoping to be cradled by protective hands
He was pushed out in the cold
And sprayed with black and white

Convinced that he was pampered
By the one who dug his grave
He was comforted by the confusion
And burned by the defensive heat

I dreamt last night of a man
Who lost his path
Trying to make sense of the glare
Trying to make peace with his burns