My Warm Quilt

In the sunless, bone-penetrating winter I guess the night is all I want The wordless world of dreams The warm body inside the quilt All tasks wound up well in time An early dive into the bed The night is all I want It keeps the coldness away The knife-edge of winter and your silence Both look so far out of town The dance of thoughts beneath a warm cover Wishes just an arm stretch away I am happy like a child Who has got a new toy to break The warm velvet touch of joy My quilt is the best friend Of my sorrows.