Dream Weaver

Sneaks into your docile head as it
Snugly hugs the eiderdown,
Subtle yet persistent
Tapping gently on your sleepy eyes.

Speaking first in monotones
So low you hardly hear her voice,
Building to an aria of
Soulful sweet melodic tones.

Echoing your darkest secrets
Off the wall of deep desire,
Chambers filled with priceless treasure
Finally within your grasp.

Constant motion fills the darkness.
Heroes rise and villains fall
And you are left to raise the trophy
In the throes of victory.

Gentle weaver linger long
Fulfilling every fantasy.
All too soon the dawn will break
To whisk your winsome world away.

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