Refuge In Dreams By Veronica Hallissey on January 24, 2013 in Poetry In the beginning when I was young and when I was very cold, I took my mammoth skin and drew it closer about me and found refuge in dreams. Like a tourniquet it stopped the flow of life out of me. Now I am old and I huddle still deeper in my woolen wrap. Closing my eyes, I discover refuge again in my dreams. And find it stops the flow of life out of me. Again.