Driven by fear of nightmares
A dream catcher was offered,
To protect my slumbers
Letting only the good dreams through
And catching the bad ones,
Obediently I hung it up.
Above my bed
It ever slowly sways extending
Its feathery knotty trap
In the hidden current of darkness
Keeping a solitary stern watch
On my nightly repose
Guiding it to an harmonious rest.
Despite the peace it brings
I regret the shadows of my dreams
For even a sunny sky
Becomes quickly a drudging torment
Without any hint of cloud
Bringing respite by contrast.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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