I am the dream weaver. You are the dream catcher. Through the night I enter your dream. There we live the dream floating in and out of our dream together. Our hearts touching, our bodies swaying in unison. It's real the dream, we are there, hand in hand, until we are spent from exhaustion. Rebeling in the rare sweetness we share. You the dream catcher, I the dream weaver, we are the souls of dreams that come true. Come with me dream catcher, dream the dream with me the dream weaver.

Original Writings Copyright Francine Rexford 1999