I dare to dream where a quiet tide will turn my world inside out.
Silence within the eye of the storm brewed to perfection.
Hanging upside down with no control a roller coaster of a ride of a journey set before me.
I dare you to trouble the raven cawing at the door with your thoughts perched along a windowsill of observation.
My peace questioning my very sanity while personalities bicker back and fourth merely to procrastinate a present existence. Left with no alternative, fate of such a soul is lost to the dream weaver who guides the destiny of brave hearts encompassed.
Dreams weaved with love my dear.
Dreams stored deep in the solitude waiting to surface and impress into the aura of life.
A web of silver white threads weaved by the spider tending its home. A reminder to us to dream our life into reality.
Hang a sun catcher by the window and catch what is yours and yours alone .
Dream to be, my friend. My dream weaver.
