A Dream Catcher of Psalms
A Dream Catcher of Psalms
Slumber cradled
me in her grasp
Pulls me toward
a wind filled glass
Swirling my spirit
upon a ragged canvas
Plunging me into an
ancient warriors headdress
The medicine mans enchanted
dance captured a doe
We were lifted by a thrust
of wind combining our souls
Into the headdress our
reflections were etched in the glass
Capturing all of our
dreams both present and past
White became the feathers
and beads became pearls
Our hearts flowed onto the
canvas as painted swirls
Eye to eye, Mother Earth
bathed my humanity in her song
The antiquity of the headdress
became a dream catcher of psalms
Carole Cookie Arnold
Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2012
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