THE DREAM CATCHER

The Dream Catcher waited,

in the night she watched and waited

for dreams of longing to make their

way into the ether.

 

These dreams elicited exquisite feelings:

sadness, desire, craving, yearning,

tummy-churning emotions meant

to propel the dreamer into action.

 

The Dream Catcher easily detected such dreams,

the sound of tossing and turning alerting,

as limbs criss-crossed and sheets

twisted into knots.

 

The Dream Catcher closed her eyes

and joined the dreamers,

wept kohl tears for the souls in torment.

She wished each one a happy ending.

 

But catching dreams of longing,

holding them steady,

ready for their journey

was only a temporary measure.

 

Eventually the dreams had to be released,

And then they joined others,

brothers-in-hunger,

each tongue tied in a knot of shy.

 

The Dream Catcher tried her hardest

to keep the dreams apart.

They were attracted to one another, however,

the dreamers’ inflamed hearts to blame.

 

The Dream Catcher tried to

shatter and scatter the sad dreams.

It was a temporary ploy;

they would once again cloy and clog

into a fog of lack,

a gaseous cloud of black.

 

Happy, fulfilling dreams also clumped.

She left them to their own devices.

 

© 2010 Nicky Jones.