Thyra has a wonderful poetry site which I have just discovered. She has posted an Indian poem about Dreamcatchers. It reminded me of a poem I wrote years ago on the very same subject and I have dug it out, tweaked it a little.......... No, I lie, I have practically re-written it, the way you do with old poems.
The Weaving of Dreams
Dreamweaver makes her mantra at Full Moon:
Make-believe, dream, i-magine, yes you can.
Believe, dream, magic your beliefs to say
I magic my beliefs to make them real.
The dreamcatcher o'er my bed had cast a
hanging spell, watched me fly, leave my earthbound
body. The dreamcatcher's web had spider-
sifted all my dreams and let them not be
broken: if good ones, she ensnared them in
her web, if bad, lured them away into
the night's dark air till dreamy visions in
my reveries showed me only sights of angels.
When daily life can sometimes seem a nightmare,
Dreamweaver can make the unreal real,
her mantra is pure i-magination.
By night I quietly tiptoed in a trance,
lost childhood forgotten, far behind me,
my lucid dreams no longer make-believe.