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| A poem about the goddess who spins our dreams every night and what they're about. |
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The Dream Weaver
Long tapered fingers
Reach for strands of gold
Her harp plays a melody
That sings of things of old
Like mugwort and rue
And witches brew
A gardeners green thumb
An Indian's drum
Of fairy dust
Or a sword of rust
A wolf's long cry
A cyclop's eye
A herald of stone
Or a whale's bleached bone
A song of grief
Or a falling leaf
A statue of jade
These all are made
By a lady fair
With starlit hair
Who always beams
While she spins her dreams
And interlopes
Our greates hopes
And sews them into the seams
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