Burnt Dream

I dreamed of fire last night
Nothing all encompassing
Only my bedroom burned down
(A subtle reminder not to let visitors smoke in bed)
I ran headstrong into the smoke screen
In a frantic daze
Convinced as always that I
In my amazement and indignation
Am in fact more potent than mere flame
And my only preoccupations were to salvage some of my favourite pieces
-- Paper mostly, and that unfinished --
Along with a few necessary props and personas to see me through
Arms full of trash and trinkets
I ran into the street
Into the wide open dark
Naked and singed
And I woke up sweaty
Holding you