I need
a Dream Catcher
Ever since that hellish day
The dreams don’t come so often
I am barren
But, when they do come
amid scattered sleep-
They rush away,
like two same poles of a magnet
Leaving me
eyes tear filled-
I guess my sight is
overcast
But, I still can see the dreams-
for a short spell
And, I cherish every one
For when things are scarce
The dearer they are
Especially-
The dreams of him
Peace Out