| 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 it must have felt Dream on... |