Sir. Realist and I

Sir. Realist is a fine young man
though, he believes in things I do not understand.
He takes peoples hands,
gives second chances
and
worships quixotic star-crossed romances.
Never questioning a smile,
his trust runs deep.
Yet he watches the moon set while
the rest of us sleep.
I
once asked him of his lupine affairs,
He gave a simple reply:
"What if this saucer tears
a whole in the sky?
a deluge of nightmares.
and that is why."