Blankets (a simple song)

I have four blankets on my bed: one is the color of a clear winter sky, one is the color of the river, one is the color of the Atlantic ocean & one is the color of your eyes. Lying under my four blue blankets I am warm, too warm, I toss & turn — not like an airplane in a winter sky, not like a salmon swimming upstream, not like a buoy riding out a storm but like a piece of grit in a drop of salt water exiled from the blue of your eyes.