Dream-Catcher at My Window
©December 15th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
In the radiating strands of a web,
My Dream-Catcher sits, and waits,
All her dreams have flown away.
The web hangs, empty.
When bad dreams come,
I will call to them with soft tones,
Cradle them in my mind,
Remind them of their delicate wings,
Then, let them fly away.
They are not for keeping.
And good dreams?
They turn into me, or you,
Radiating outward to the edges,
As they arrive through the open center
Through which everything is born.
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