The Dreamers Dance

When we dream

Awakened by the call of the night she gazed beyond the moons winter light.

A chill she felt, it crept up her spine.

She called to wild with joy and delight as she began her dance that night.

Her hair was long with silver streaks, her body young, so firm and mystique.

She danced with wolves and stars that night, singing her song with all her might

A dreamer’s dance must be seen, to understand the world and all unseen.

She danced this way every night to the world’s cries and disbelief.

As the morn fell and hunters came she fell dormant to remain a dream.

She cuddled up to the earth’s warm touch as the wolves ran for they’d be shot.

But don’t forget late at night when you wake alert and all in a fright, that the dreamers dance will soon be here to guide you to sleep where there’s nothing to fear.

         

Author's Note

ignore grammar issues.

Reviews

[WriterMe]

I think I'm in love. This was just so very wonderful. Oh just look at the words you have strung together:
She called to wild with joy and delight as she began her dance that night.

Oh this was simply beautiful. The imagery was indeed breathtaking.

[J]

Wow.So nice.I could imagine what was happening.It flowed nicely.Loved it.Great job :D

[Hello, Goodbye]

I love it.. the flow was helpful and the imagery was motivating to the imagination. I love poems having to do with dreams, and yours is surely a good one.. It felt like the essence of a lucid dream being painted on paper.

[Samuel Dickens]

What a delightful, image-rich poem, Jason. Very nice work, indeed.

[Katrina Mckeown]

The Dreamers Dance!...I Love Everything About This Poem ....From The Use Of Imagery To The Dreamy Story Conveying Comfort As It Rescues From The Nights!

[deeps]

Whoa! This is quite the powerful read here. I like this I thought it was an enjoyable read.