DREAM WEAVER

He makes me see beyond reality...
Visions dance before my eyes...calling me,
And I must go...must chase this dream he weaves.

But it evades, from hands are seen escape,
Like puffs of smoke painted pretty colors,
They float about my head while hands seen flare.

I fall from high where manic stage is felt,
Where plunged into the depths... no longer see,
The dreams the weaver sent to tease with me.

When dreams are gone, my spirit's seen to wilt,
The visions lost that color life that's real,
And I can't wake to hopes of what might be.

Within my soul, dream weaver, spin for me,
And sprinkle mind with rainbow colored dust...
Return to me ability to dream.