My sarape filled with warmth and comfort

It is red and black and brown and beige-fringed

As wide and as long as the universe

Guarding the surface as it is worn.

Embracing me it gives me great comfort

as welcome awakened and grows warmer <em>

Responding to me in its rough wool loomed

the memory it held in its mirror

and patterned in a hallowed dimension

Instilled inside of the heart of my soul.

I trust my life in the hand of its hold

And as time as it passes the hours

I open it wide and pull it Over

as a moment of darkness it Covers