The Dream Catcher’s Dream

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The dream catcher hangs from a tack by the bed
With nightmares and terrors all tangled in thread
No wardrobes with lions, no ruby red shoes
No damsels or dragons, no butterflies to muse

He hopes beyond hope that one day you’ll seam
A dream that’s worth dreaming for a dream catcher’s dream
The sandman may lift you, through the night without care
It’s the dream catcher’s job, to sort out just to where

To land upon shores, of just make believe
Where smiles all hang from happiness trees
While lullaby’s float, through the clouds on the breeze
And fairytales swing from a flying trapeze

The dream catcher wishes just one wish to come true
To hold onto a smile before it drifts through
To get lost in the moment, of once ‘pon a times
Or to travel the roads of just one nursery rhyme

Remember the journey is yours without warning
Second star to the right, and straight on till morning
So, as slumber entwines you around its moonbeams
Don’t forget to leave something, for the dream catcher’s dream