Sunday, September 8, 2013


This thin, brown thing, capture's dreams.
It is believed to suck out the bad things,
this thing from another land,  a more native place.
Where legends float up,   like smoke, into the night sky.

It hangs above the beds,
as the sleeping form rests below.
Its round, woven shape;
brown yet thin in nature.
Tells the story of another time, another race.

It's web so intricate and alluring,
adorned with feathers and beads.
A symbol of unity, or is it a symbol of protection.
As nightmares pass out of the window,
disappearing with the day morning light.
I wonder, with thoughts pounding like beats, about this dreamcatcher of mine.

Sincerely Fay,