I catch dreams like wishes.
Crochet them into the image
Of the woman I hope to be.
I wear them like a cape, like my favorite
Fringe jacket. I move and dance and
Find strength in their fruition.
I close my eyes, envision the most magical
Life. One without worry, or contradiction.
One filled with love and inception.
And I’m liberated in possibility. I’m
Elevated. I’m on cloud nine. My dreams
Are mine. And they are positively beautiful.
My dream catcher spans the sky.
My infinite why. Where I can question
And fester, and dream as wide as the
Whites and blues that cushion them.
And there is no containing or
I dream for me, I dream for you.
Written by : Danielle P. Williams