I am the weaver of dreams. I am the dream keeper. I gently walk thru your sleep and place visions in your heart. I travel on soft night winds thru the land of Dream Spirits. I protect you while you sleep. I am the Guardian Spirit... the Guardian of your dreams...
Yes, I have danced with the wind... the wind and I frolick in fields of sunshine and tall grass. We make dandelion spirits fly to the heavens and watch as they gently returned to earth. my wind and I are strong. We danced headlong to unknown places, throwing caution aside. These are the summers of seeking. The wind and I dance a rebel's dance. Soon the wind will softened And I will dance to another song. This dance brings a lover's kiss to my lips, A gentle caress to my cheeks. As we dance, I learn to love and be loved. The wind whispers to me And holds me close in its gentle arms. The wind is a soft warm breeze and sings to me. While we wait to dance our final dance... Yes, I dance with the Wind...
Whispers Whispers behind his back, Whispers just above a whisper. Not loud enough for all to hear, But loud enough for him to hear... "heart of stone", he hears Carried on the soft winds. The words wound, they hurt. The words cause tears to start. His heart whispers, "not always did we have a heart of stone." He smiles a secret smile. Remembering different whispers. They were together, they were apart. He dries his tears. Now he whispers "yes, a heart of stone... Never to be broken again..."
