dream spinner

Dream spinner



As the basket weavers job is to weave
And the seamstress to sew a seam
Like a writer is to write
This one is meant to spin our dreams

His work station is a hidden island near no coast
This way his work is secret and unbeknownst
All his tools of his trade
He utilizes them to let his creations be made

His work is grand in its scheme
He works endlessly to spin our dreams
To give us that pleasure as we sleep
Sewing the joys that we reap

His needles and knitters are made of gold
Using a spinner silver and very old
The moon powers his wheel and lights ahead
The clouds are used to make his thread

So he spins the dreams that dreamers want
Each piece of work never exactly the same
In the persons mind his spinning's flaunt
Dreams spun wild or spun tame

So he sits at his silver station
And spins and spins and spins
He creates wonderful dreams in variation
And he throws nightmares in the bin

His wheel is always going
And the cloud thread always flowing
The dreams keep on coming
And he works and likes to be humming

He'll never quit his job
As long as we still sleep
To lose our dreams we would sob
So the dream spinner is to keep

Reviews

[Alicia™]

Ooh, this is a pretty cool poem! I love it!! =)