She would come
With the Whispers of the dark.
Would witness,
The flowers barking
And branches fighting
Would see,
The leaves of the maple
Laughing on my fears
Gossiping about my dream
They would steal hope
Every night from my soul
And I'd be left in the dark
But her hand
Full of warmth and love
Would caress my cheeks
And I , for she is too gentle
Would hold her tight
She then would make my
Nightmares turn into day dreams
She would turn black into rainbow
And make me taste ecstasy
For she is
My dream catcher