Through The Dream Catcher
~*Marge Tindal*~
Like woven words they come
into my room each night,
Increasing, never ceasing,
until the morning light.
Happy, joyous thoughts
and dreams of stately things,
slip through the Dream Catcher
as if on angel wings.
Entering my state of slumber
as I lay upon my bed,
no bad dream can enter ...
caught by the Dream Catcher instead.
*The Ojibwa Nation was the originator
of the Dream Catcher.
Foreverly Yours Ink
~*Marge Tindal*~
Copyright 1999-2004
This poem used with permission of the author
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