Hello my friend,
Whom I see looking down on me,
Like a ghost,
Dangling from my bedpost,
Hello to he who call himself dream catcher,
Or the catcher of dreams,
You protect me,
Save me,
And keep the nightmares away,
But since I hung you,
All those nights ago,
I have not dreamt at all,
Now every morning I wake,
And wonder if I I’ve slept a wink,
Have I no good dreams to dream?
Is there nothing good left in my soul?
Or dear dream catcher,
The catcher of my dreams,
I ask you humbly,
With the kindest words ,
And the purest heart,
Give me something to dream about,
Some reason to go to sleep,
You must see many dreams,
A million every night,
So can you please spear me one?
Please do not be selfish old friend,
Please protect me no more,
Because like the father who gouges the eyes of his son,
To protect him from the cruel world,
You blind me to save me,
And kill me to keep me alive,
I beg you dear friend,
Let the dreams flow free tonight,
Because now more then any other night,
I need the dreams you store. |
