Warmth

I drifted, drifted far away

This tender eve, the boat did sway

So gently


Twas but a dream, yet on this night

No silent screams or torrid fright

Just waves of such pure delight

Safe from anything that might

Harm me


Over me a homemade quilt

So warm and soft and safe it felt

Holding me


Was walking home from work next eve

Holding tight to the dream

reliving, reveling, coveting, experiencing

Everything


Passed a woman on the ground

Faced to the wall - sleeping sound

Upon her ragged figure found

The dirty, torn and weathered quilt

Warm and safe it must have felt

Dream on...