The old quilt.

No patchwork quilt could keep me warm, not as thou hast done

Not even so the loving rays, of heavens high noon sun

Love is wiser than the light, in every crevice
it conforms

And when it touches
Deep inside , oh winter how it warms

And like an old friend
That comforts, on long nights by the fireside

Soothes with tenderness
My visions, and spreads each dream out wide

For dreams are made to cherish, nurture and protect

The old quilt never comforts thou, it's tattered from neglect.