When we were kids, I'd leave my window open,
So you could crawl into my bed.
Keep me company,
And direct the dreams in my young head.
But I had to board my window shut.
Yet, you still direct my dreams, somewhat.
So I made a dream catcher.
And trained a deadly spider to spin a web inside her,
As her Dream Catching net.
To stop the deadly dream's you inspire.
And so it went.
But now, I miss the nightmares.
For at least, in them, I could admire you for being there.
© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn