Weaved From the Waves

Dream Weaver

When people ask me who I am like

I throw my hands up in the air

Because few understand

I am a dream weaver…

Weaved from the waves of women washed upon golden shores

Where night meets day

Where endless thoughts

Get between my toes

Stick to the bottom of my feet

Fall from my damp towel

When I am all alone on some dark street

I am a dream weaver

My mother’s smile

My dad’s steel blue eyes

Eyes that look at me and remember his mother

I am a dream weaver

Forested believer

Weaved from many trees

Branching over meadows and mountains

Marble and moss

I am a dream weaver

When I am lost

When I find my holiest of ghosts

Sneaking upon me

Wearing me down

Making me listen when no one is around

Except for the souls who flow through my leaves

Washing upon me like swamp monsters pretending to be seaweed

I am a dream weaver

I know better

I know the difference

From sun up to dusk

Day dreams to night screams

Night time eternities I can hear

But dare not speak

I am a dream weaver

My hands do not rest

Until the tips of my fingers eventually go to sleep

Forever awake

Forever aware

Of nothing and everywhere

And all that is not there

A burden

A buried chest buried deeply in the burnt sand

Glittering for all to see

And not see

Because after all

I am a dream weaver

Washed inland from the sea

Of dreams, hopes and deepest of despairs

A shard, a shell

A shark’s tooth

Piece of coral

Quartz

Starfish

Sand dollar

Castle falling down

Bucket

Shovel

Paler shade of pale

Yeah! I am a dream weaver

Like all the dream weavers who

Dreamed before me

I weave and weave…dream and dream

Determined that if I weave enough dreams

One day

One dream

Will become true for me