Catcher of reality and chaser of dreams. Are the tendrils of your pretty web mighty enough to hold in the nightmares and let slide the sweet dreams down the soft feathers as delicate as the infants' toes ,onto a restless sleeper?Could you just maybe for a second in dreams time turn dreams to reality and patiently wait while I wake up and live the dream in real time? A rarity close to impossible I suppose, but if dreams are what you catch and not a fish or a cold, is not anything possible?Even if it were for a second,even if it were for all eternity?
But I do pray,for you to hold in tight in your mesh of belief,the terrible nightmares that make me tremble in my slumber and send shudders down my spine.I beg you to entangle and twist his arm back and keep him locked in that net of yours,through the darkness and through every second of the pitch black night.Just until the brink of dawn, just till the warm strands of the Sun ignites and burns the trapped nightmare into charred nothingness,burns him alive till he perishes.
Despite all my petty attempts to describe your might,you twirl ever so subtle,ever so serene,swishing your feathers in the morning sun casting beautiful shadows that are coloured by the light refracting through shy, awkward glass beads and amidst the light and shadow ,somehow I am taken by you.