Her Dream

She slept limply beneath a lantern glow a stitch of frown upon her brow through her dreams wove a song she did not know a distant lullaby from long, long ago. Outside the cold was muffled with snow that sailed through the night and against the window. Her sleep gave a sigh that deepened the woe It rustled the worn blankets that crouched below The winding song dove and sprinkled the morrow and behind closed eyelids she smelled the sorrow.