The Space Dream Catcher

THE SPACE DREAM CATCHER Shaded particles of worlds, minuet fragments of space debris, Cascading amongst the blackened vials of the solar sphere, Tiny glittering remnants twinkling in a black abyss of isolation, A cold field of starlight diamond dust. At point zero’s inner flash point, lies the flat line of complete Silence, a deadened zone of no return, suctions seductive Realm a black hole in the center of banishment to existence. Or is this the scientific interpretation of the end of our Universe, nay feel the tribal feathers flickering in the Vast void, releasing the winds of freedom liberation, It speaks ever so softly, whispering in ancient ledges native Tongues, of the sacred dream catcher, in the heart Of our universe. Layers of the textured timeless, sparkling finite tears Of the infinite drifting in this special anomaly, what Tapestry’s blanket could be more beautiful than thus, Delicately woven on the looms of the angels of heaven Themselves. A spiritual illumination of tranquility's butterfly, Soaring amongst the tidal rifts of time and space, Fluttering wings of inspiration, imagination, uplifting Igniting this Solaris cloak, awaking the eye of this Sleeping dreamer, and oh how do the stars wink With its brilliance of shine. Light wave benders ushering, yielding to the swaying Brushes strokes of gravitational artistry of the divine, Art imitating life let it lives, the unconscious spiritual Presence inhales, exhales, breathing in its uniqueness Of refinement a beating heart, ageless. Fly forward sacred butterfly, deliver our tribal Message of enlightenment unto the Great Spirit On the heights vast divide, feel the winds of liberation Beneath thy wings currents, and merge beyond, Limitations dreaming realm. Shaded particles of worlds, minuet fragments of space debris, Cascading amongst the blackened vials of the solar sphere, Tiny glittering remnants twinkling in a black abyss of isolation, A cold field of starlight diamond dust. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN