Some blankets are me

Some blankets have lived through time
edging their warmth in the deep coves of the heart,
covering the bright lights in the big cities
to cause fear and pain
to make joy look insane.
I have found comfort in its name
some come with dreams, hope and light
only to my eyes, heart and skin.
Who else would want that to go?

Some blankets have lived only to induce sorrow
to undergo the horror of changing colors
first they're bright and hold any light
but they reason for which they live
is like the sea in the hands of a child.

Some blankets have lived through time
some blankets have made men mad with time.
Some blankets are as old as prime
some will be the only hill men will climb.