Refuge In Dreams


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.

2 Responses to Refuge In Dreams

  1. Maria Wulf January 26, 2013 at 5:21 pm #

    Comforting and sad at the same time

  2. veronicahallissey January 26, 2013 at 5:44 pm #

    The poem spans centuries. It is so, Maria. It is so.

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