As a child, I walked on the swollen grass Surfing my hand through whispering flowers I fixed my dream to catch the rising sun Afloat like a kite behind the mountain
My feet glide fast on the broken path I pulse and I pulse and the day is hot Yet my eyes shine with sparkling dreams To get to the sun; To know what it means
Alas there's a time, when my feet lose the dark My dream now stares straight down at me atlast But when the day confines & evening comes Sun sits on flowers, myself on mountains
Oh sweet Dreamcatcher, you were honey-trapped Is such the worldly nature of things? I ask Once and once I wanted to touch the sun She said the night shall pass & the day shall come
I, means the reader who is the Dreamcatcher of his/her daily life sets a dream and spends each day trying to get it.