The Giant's Dream Jars

In the centre of the silence, a giant fills the space He carries but a trumpet and a battered old suitcase I watched with baited breath, the street was dimly lit He puts the case upon the ground but holds on to his trumpet His monumental hands unscrew a tiny little jar The contents seemed to dance and swirl and glitter like the stars He tips the foggy matter into his blowing device Then pokes it through a window, I don't dare blink my eyes The dream that he has captured, collected, then released Now floating in the mind of the reciever as she sleeps The giant, big and friendly, satisfied his job complete Picks up his battered suitcase and moves on to the next street *I took inspiration from Roald Dahl's 'The BFG' book. 19th Jan 2012