THE DREAMCATCHER

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

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