I’ve lost the dreams and lost the worlds,
So much a part of me,
I’ve fashioned wires in hopeful circles
Like webs to catch a floating stream.
But the dazzling colours, the eagles and storms,
The swimming peacocks, blue roses and kisses,
Have all gone away from me.
Xanadu’s father seems my only hope,
Beckoning me to the place,
But everyday I face obsidian nights
Drunk on sleep and waiting for solace.
---- For anyone interested in making themselves a dreamcatcher,a red indian tradition to catch hold of sweet dreams and ward off the bad ones, visit:
http://www.turtlefeathers.com/tutorial/dream-catcher/index.html
India personally likes her dreams to come without censorship.
