THE DREAMWEAVER From before the term dreamweaver was ever used commercially. A poem by ianMon 7:52 pm Europe/London, 13 Jun 2022 3
The dreamweaver fell from his hold on the rainbow
And cried as the clouds that he loved floated by
Something had happened in our patch of paradise
The chainer of daylight had stolen the skies.
He listened to the light that escaped from the hollows
Not knowing whether he could keep it or not
The weeper of leaves spoke something of autumn
Not now said the weaver, can’t rest or be caught.
The dreamweaver quickened his search for the chainer
And ducked down under the heavens we love
Searching the homes of the keepers of chastity
Way way up to the givers above.
He spotted the chainer and rendered a battle cry
We need what you’ve taken, we must have it back
The chainer of daylight looked flat at the weaver
It’s mine for forever, get used to the black.
The weaver could see that to battle was hopeless
The chainer of daylight was too awesome to fight
So he puzzled and wondered how to get over this
Yet not even once, asked the teacher of right.
The teacher of right awoke from her slumbers
Quick round and warm and refreshingly keen
Who stole the sky from the weaver she asked them
The chainer they answered, though he’s seldom been seen.
I’ll deal with the chainer, she whispered quite softly
I’ll deal with the crime of the stealing the sky
The weaver must see me, she said in a low voice
The theft of the daylight, I cannot let lie.
So into the mind of the weaver she entered
Giving the thoughts he’d need for his quest
Making haste slowly, his mind was enabled
‘Till he had the thoughts she knew would work best
The chainer was strong and all around knew it
We’ll have to be strange, said the weaver of dreams
Can we offer the hand of one of my daughters
Or perhaps a gift from the cabler of seams
I’ll marry your daughter, the chainer did cry out
Can’t you see that’s the reason I’d stolen the sky
If I can’t have the daughter of you Dreamweaver
Then everything everywhere is certain to die
Would you have him at all the dream weaver asked her
Oh I love him most dearly his daughter replied
Then go to him quickly, I love you and hope for you
May all work out well for you the dreamweaver cried
So all is at peace now we have the sky back again
For the chainer has the soft look of love in his eyes
The weeper of leaves fears not from the autumn
And the weaver of dreams again rules the skies.
Sorry guys I’ve had a bottle of wine, and, well it will soon be hidden in the traffic.
Please don’t think that, Ian! It is a most beautiful poem! We are lucky to have you here with us to post it!!
Thanks danceaway. I woke this morning thinking aww no, I’ve posted another one. I know I shouldn’t. Lovely though to see your kind comment.