The Dream Spinner
by Julia C.
Her pointed wings will pierce the dimming sun
and a peach liquid will drip from it,
painting the sky,
and sliding down its walls into the sea.
She glides nowhere near reality,
and nowhere near dreams,
but somewhere in between.
Where nightmares cannot harm her,
and our wars of money and greed do not effect her.
Yet she cries for us, when we die, when we are
born,
when we live.
Because life is too much for us, and we try to
conquer it,
but it becomes worse until even the crying of our saviors cannot help us.
Her breath will become the waves of the sea,
and her belly's interior stirs with signs of new life, new breath.
She will touch the outstretched arms of trees,
awakening the buds that have slept so deeply,
nursing the rusted grass back to health and ripeness.
Icy winds will take their toll,
yet she will fight them off,
but will always let the snow fall,
just to see the children laugh.
When her time is over,
she will fly into the sun,
melting into the purple and blue and pink that young lovers watch so eagerly
every morning and night.
But she will return,
and when she does
the ocean will smile at her with its white spray,
and the trees will reach for her,
welcoming her back.
She will then look at the world, and will laugh,
forming ThUnDeR,
and she will cry tears of joy and smile the sun.
Children will look up,
giggling,
and will run about in the warm drops,
smiling at the comforting sun that shows through the rain.
She is the creator of everything that is strong
and beautiful.
She makes the dreams that fly through your eager
head as you sleep,
and she battles the nightmares that will sometimes haunt you.
She will spin her webs of new life and will cry
every time that she must take a life away,
because their time on earth is over.