She danced on the clouds
Floating with the breeze
And she whispered her dreams to me
Beckoning me to an enchanted place of
Magic to see
Follow your heart and waltz to the music of love
When your tears flow let them nurture the tender threads
Of the web you weave
For each tear is a gift of becoming wise
In the ways of living
In the awakening of your passion
You are but woman in this time
It is this journey in which you become
The nurturer of all you touch
The weaver of the web of life
The maker of the seasons of your death
An angel whispered to me
Of the spirits of the Grandmothers and Grandfathers
Our ancestors who danced on the clouds of time
To remind me of who I am
In this life journey
And to hold my tears sacred
For they are of my pain and my joy
They are the sustenance of a fertile heart
In becoming a dream catcher
Now I dance
Whispering to you of the dreams I see
Catch your visions
And make your web of life
For it is you
And me
And all we have been
And will be
In our children and our grandchildren we are the weaver of their dreaming
Sbec August 2000
I am the Dreamer
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