Day burns down to night,
Burns the edge of my soul.
In the night I break into sparks of suns,
And become fire’s end, the dust of bones…
Night knifes my breath
Swallows whole my tongue,
Turn back, reverse, return.
In the night, I see
The real concealed in the day’s bright lie.
Eyes stitched shut, white teeth smile.
Sleep walks, and talks,
And feet mark time to the drumless beat.
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.