Sometimes the dream catcher
weaves a dream of you
that, like a sweet kiss,
tastes like a wildberry haiku
written in the language
of a Spring breeze
as it ripples through
a rush of lavender flavored flowers.
Just as sometimes
it weaves you
into a smile on my face
and a glimmer in my eyes.
Aztec Warrior 6/9/15
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
Sometimes the dream catcher
weaves a dream of you
that, like a sweet kiss,
tastes like a wildberry haiku
written in the language
of a Spring breeze
as it ripples through
a rush of lavender flavored flowers.
Just as sometimes
it weaves you
into a smile on my face
and a glimmer in my eyes.
Aztec Warrior 6/9/15
