=Blanket=

Have you ever flown the night
with your blanket as a sail?
Catch the winds of cold delight
with the moonlight as your trail.

Rising, rising as you unfurl
when I really want to fall
deep within your blanket curl
up into a fetal ball.

The winds tug and rasp and pass,
their fingers creep and bother.
Promises of cake and candied stars
to share with one another.

Slowly, very slowly as you must,
roll up your sail around me,
now moonlight and now stardust
no longer beseech me.

Would you ever fly the night
with your blanket as a shield?
Turn the flames of burning light
into a wish for me and yield.