The Dream Redeemer

He goes picking up dreams one by one he rolls them round on the tip of his tongue he drops them in a special place a silver sack around his waist some he strings around his throat sweet lyrics for the songs he wrote some he ties about his wrists like chains of hearts in turning twists some he etches on his eyes to always see with new surprise The saddest dreams are melted down a dross of gold and wedding gowns He molds them into gold lame' the dreams for children in their play The rest he sings to late at night and sends them on a moonlit flight seeking outward like a ghost of yesterday they find their host sleeping,waking,in between and give them back a dream redeemed.