Tattered and worn, elegant still, with Angel white feathers fair
Antique lace, like circled doilies; an image of time and wisdom, tracing your edges
Waxy, porcelain pearls adorn you as magic embellishes all around, texturing you
Above my head I save my each treasured dalliance within you
You dance with sky walkers and dream with doves upon night fall on sweet heathers
You embody a mystical realm of glitters on stealth of fading dawns
You keep safe my imaginations finest paintings, protruding from my ever embarking soul
There is madness therein and a clamorous will to set free all my whims flooding inside me
Desires, wishes, dreams, and faith live therein
They rest resiliently on a pillowy abode of calm and an abundance of heaven’s light, where treasures living inside are real, merely betimes lost; they breath life evermore
My doubts and fears live there too, haunting their spaces I have given them
Dream Catcher, take them far away
Save only magic upon my pillow deep
Steal darkness away, Dream Catcher; ever patched and mending
Your patches are mine to keep
Each broken thread continually put back again, stronger, until you no longer break