Dreamcatcher,
rise from dysfunction,
inherit your name,
from out of a pit.
As wits are lifted
dreamer, capture
a fresh night-vision,
glory from darkness,
a rapid high movement,
frequency tuned
to sights unseen.
Great poem .. deserving of a read by you, with a group of poets gathered around a roaring campfire, stars overhead, in the middle of nowhere. It has mystical properties, this one.
there is an interesting mysticism to this...
ReplyDeleterise indeed...and there are plenty things unseen
only those with faith can see.
Great poem .. deserving of a read by you, with a group of poets gathered around a roaring campfire, stars overhead, in the middle of nowhere. It has mystical properties, this one.
ReplyDeleteIf we could catch those dreams.. we could soar the starlight skies for real
ReplyDeleteGlory from darkness - This is such a wonderful truth, transformation into the eternal. Excellent
ReplyDeleteI would so love to catch my dreams...or record them for later watching :)
ReplyDelete"rise from dysfunction, inherit your name"...I love that!
ReplyDeleteI too wish I could catch (most of) my dreams...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]