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
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