Dreamweaver

A white blanket shelters her home,
She stares out the window, she is alone.

A tear falls in silence, as her child

Dream Weaver.

Come spin your tales that fill my night,
That take me journeying through the light,
And dance me on your puppet

Mr. Sandman

Hey Mr. Sandman weave me whispered sweet dreams

Sprinkle golden stardust upon my eye lids as I sleep

For days

I lay down at night.

Talk to me old weaver of dreams.

Spider Grandmother,
Take my dreams
And eat them.

You, the weaver of the world
Can give my shattered dreams
A place in your web.