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, she must have felt Dream on