I was placed above you as a child
You used to giggle at my feathers and beads
You were safe when I watched you 31 years ago

I swayed softly above your crib
Protected you from the dark clouds that came at night
You slept peacefully as I guarded you

You hung me on the corner of your bed when you turned three
Your mother sang you softly to sleep beside me
The songs of her parents and her grandparents and those who came before

You hung me on your mirror when you were thirteen
Your new house was strange but I was your constant
You knew you were safe

At eighteen you placed me in a box
Took me with you across the country
You hung me on your bunk

Twenty-two and we move again
You place me on your mirror again
But now I protect you and another

Today you hang me on another crib
The little baby looks just like you
She sleeps peacefully just like you did, 31 years ago

Interconnected webs of string,
strategically woven and knotted,
and adorned with beautifully painted beads.
Some way, somehow,
this hand-crafted creation
is said to hold captive
all nightmares that had ever dawned on me.
What an immaculate thing
this could turn out to be,
if it were to play its part,
even when we are not asleep.
Because truth is,
the real demons that we have,
are not only those that appear in our nightmares,
but rather the ones we fight
day to day.

Like lucid dreams entrapped
  within a circlet ornately adorned
   A sweetest love conceived
   but can't be borne
    Trailing feathers
     billowing light as rain
       Starkness in ink
       blot reckless in heavy stain
     Strings strung taut
   attempting to keep all in place
  Dream catcher sways
by the window, free and chaste

I've my own dreams,
and my own desires.
Something for which I'm keen,
want to set the world on fire.

He says words I've already heard before
Looking for that special someone I've never seen before
Nothing seems right
Am I clinging on to my dream to tight
Away with the wind I run
To find where my heart belongs I'm falling undone
I'll know when I get there
There's a place with open arms I'll belong
I'll stay for long
And laugh for hours
No more pain from this stain I'll have my super powers
I run so far I'm almost there
If I could just hurry up and unlock that door if I dare...
Then reality pulls me back
Was it the door or my eyes I cracked
My eyes gleam open and my body shovers
I saw an Angel floating just right above my covers

My mind is wandering
Going to places I've never been
Trying to acquire wisdom
But all I've got is boredom

Procrastination is my enemy
And laziness is envy
I am chasing a dream
Should I wake up now or stay asleep??

You push my nightmares away
Then change my dreams to reality.