She soothes a restless heart
An old soul
A weary head
My blanket
She comes to me in the quiet
When the moon is watching
Through clouds or clear
My guide
Showing me the inner workings of my skeleton
And fears
That lump I my throat
That no longer has the strength to build
But its memory there all the same
Dives my insanity into the darkness
Like a train into the unknown of a familiar land
When I am able to welcome the warmth of the warm car