Blanket of Stars

I dreamt of a blanket once On a cold winter's night Complexity in colors And a lovely pattern A patchwork like my own Or so it seemed Long for a bed And lean rounded corners So warm it looked So comforting and soft Draped over a statuette Of a winking cherub But whose blanket is this? Could it be mine? Who am I to want it, A salmon among the otters But then I woke, it was summer I let the questions slip away It may seem the time to ask But I do not need a blanket The breeze will tell me Should a swan land on my pond And I will have no more need For dreams and questions