Enchanted web woven by silken touch,
a crowd of tangled dreams to filter through;
Visions of raw enmeshed sight too much,
torment by night before morning anew.
O come bright dance, flutter around sleep's head.
Feathers on soft tendrils by warm spell sown,
hang down throughout long night above tucked bed
up coil tortured spectres, make them your own.
Send forth from wooded hills the eagle hawk.
Gather in talons sharp discarded fright,
leave dreams full of nature's bounteous walk
across eyes that sleep still through gentle night.
Let knowing wind ancient lullabies sing
and protect love's dreams under catcher's wing
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