Pillow Home

 Your home is a rickety patchwork 

Of blanket and pillows rooms 

Cut from the quilt of the sky 

Over childhood nights. 

The quilt is falling apart and you 

Are a child in its warmth. 

The weight of the stars was balanced 

On blankets and pillows and quilts 

Fashioned from nightmare and dreams

That are the pearls of troubled days

But the imagination and it’s rooms 

Are falling on you. And you 

Are a child in its warmth. 

Patch after patch 

Pillow after pillow 

Warmth after warmth 

Summer after summer 

Roof after roof 

Room after room 

Fall apart and you 

Are left a child in the cold.

Where will you hide?

The night, 

Is dark and cold and cruel 

Darling child, if you are the moon

Where will you hide as the night

Falls on the earth with you?

Come,

Stretch out your arms 

And I’ll stretch out mine

These are the beams to build 

A new home.

Let your curls fall as curtains 

And my eyes burn as torches 

Kindle your heart 

And I’ll kindle mine

This is the hearth 

This is the warmth 

The cold can not enter 

The walls can not fall.