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