The Mystical Way Poem by Helen Crutchett

I am the weaver of your dreams
the gypsy in your soul seeking
revolutionary paths
I am the gentle breeze beneath your wings
floating to heavenly heights
telling spiritual truths
I collect the scattered shells of
your heart and piece them one
by one to become whole again
I gather rainbows in baskets
wrapping you in the
fragrant garden of peace
I will fly you to the moon
to gather the moon-glow of your thoughts
where seeds of creativity grow
I, the Mystical Dreamer,
the mystic within your dreams
the dreamer of your soul ~