Night Skies

Skeins of night skies drift thru my dreams
mem'ries and yarns, who knows what they mean
dark clouds and prophecies -- fires in the night
feelings and forces, the wronged and the right
weaving new patterns in shrouds of the dead
a fabric of truth it now forms in my head
dark moons, silver pennies, and screams in the night
the dream weaver rattles and hums sounds and sights
smoke, smells, and secrets are borne on the breeze
as whispers and glimmers escape thru the trees

c. 4/27/89, B. Riley