The women are washing curtains
And cutting out new shapes
Keeping out the cold
Until they make their great escapes
And I am in my room with
A scarf around my nape
Looking at the gloom with
A roll of sticky tape
Can I patch up my windows
Can I make a patch work quilt
And sew my images of Eden
Into everything I make?
A patchwork paradise made up
Of my own mistakes
A blanket to wrap myself in
When the cold comes
When it threatens my life to take
And are these memories just a childhood fantasy
Or like Joseph and his dream coat
Will my dreams trump my mistakes?
I have to believe in the power of dreaming
And I'll sleep on it,
Under cover of life's roadmap I make
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