The Weaver of Dreams
In the shadows of night I creep
From bed to bed,
And while you dwell in realms of sleep
I steal into your head.
You do not always bid me there
Deep in your mind,
For oft I enter unawares
With visions close entwined.
And through the mists of memory
Hidden in your head
I weave a web of fantasy
With fine and tenuous thread.
For the cloth I make on my loom in the night
Too fragile to be worn,
Like the dreams I weave so frail and light
Vanishes with the dawn.
But while you slumber have a care,
For, at whim,
It may be a sweet dream or a grim nightmare
That I shall spin.
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Simple Rhymes - By Ruby N Ramsell
PoetryThis is the first collection of poems that my great grandma wrote, I never knew her, she passed before I was born. There are two booklets of poems that she authored, the second of which is dated 1995, I believe the first was printed a couple of year...
