Dream weaver
Go to sleep now and restmother knows best
as you sleep if you see
creeping things
open your eyes and look to the light
the moon shines over head
and hanging above your bed
a net for the monsters they cannot get through
a jail for the horrors, they will not harm you
a cage for the bad things that nightmares are from
but slipping through the webbing
sliding through the screen
is peace and tranquility and sweet happy dreams
what wise craft is this
the median man creates
to save us from haunted sleep
and helps us see the light
casting his silver thread, shinning his light
through the grape vine wrapping
weaved with moon light silk
to capture the night mares and let through the blessed dreams.
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