MY SWEET BILLY, AT HOME,
A DREAMCATCHER, HE DOES OWN.
HANGS LOW, FROM THE CEILING;
HIS BAD DREAMS, IT’S STEALING.
OVER OUR, QUEEN WATERBED,
HANGING DOWN, FROM A THREAD;
RED, BLUE, WHITE, YELLOW AND GREEN,
BEADS AND FEATHERS, ARE SEEN.
GENTLY SWAYING, TO AND FRO,
TWISTING, AND TURNING SLOW.
PATIENTLY WAITING, FOR DARKNESS DEEP;
FOR BILLY TO FALL, FAST ASLEEP.
THE DREAMCATCHER, DOES ITS’ DUTY;
CATCHING DREAMS, THAT ARE UNRULY.
THE SCARY, AND FRIGHTENING SCENES,
THE UNSETTLING, DEPRESSING AND MEAN.
NOW, BAD DREAMS I AM BESET;
WAKING ME, USUALLY IN A SWEAT.
WITHOUT SWEET BILLY, TO HOLD ME;
AND THE DREAMCATCHER, HAS HE.
I’M GLAD BILLY, HAS THE DREAMCATCHER;
NO SCARY NIGHTMARES, FOR SURE.
SOMEDAY SOON, HOME AGAIN I’LL BE,
THE DREAMCATCHER, OVER HIM AND ME.
1995