poem catcher

Dreamily,
I wrote poems;
Exquisitely expressed,
In my head
In bed
This dawning.

Mourning now,
The words
Dissolved,
By light,
By consciousness,
By mundanity.

If Dream-catchers
Take hold of
Night-time forms,
Will a well-versed
Poem-catcher ensnare
Emergent thoughts?

Landing those
Un-harboured lines,
With finely meshed
Nets, golden havens
For the precious
Butterflies of the mind.

A self-made memento,
Handmaiden crafted
To honour urgent
Rôle calls to the
Playgrounds of
Creative collaboration.

Pockets for dreams,
Soft resting place
For tender thoughts;
Passions arising,
Scintillating senses captured
To resurge, renew.

Given in love,
Enduring, Enchanting,
Enlightening,
Enriched by magic threads,
The Wondrous Embroidery
Of the Heart Expressed.