The Dreamweaver

There was once a dreamweaver.

She weaved dreams you see.

And everytime she weaved for us,

She gave up her own, for you and me.




She weaved us dreams of purple,

And brilliant dreams of white,

And through the night she weaved

Dreams shining white.




But little did we know

That the threads she used everytime

Were gnawing through her skin

And that she never saw this crime,




For she cried herself to sleep

Cradling her dreams dark.

She slept on shards of glass

While her own dreams missed the mark.