Breath Of The Dreamcatcher Poem by Sharon Washburn Flynn

The night spirits whisper
through the flames
singing their words of love,
humming their thoughts of hope.
It is the dreaming night
as the Dream Catcher lays
full upon her bed of stars.
Below...the pale moonlight
glistens as a halo about
the hearts of those
who are caught
in its river of dreams.
Those who lay next to
the dancing flames of light.
Seeing only those visions
that speak to the mind,
speak to the heart. Clear
hauntings that haunt the day;
yet are just far enough
into the dawn to steal away
the Dream Catcher's radiant breath.