My head is a dream catcher, a sacred hoop with a web,
With bright feathers and beads hanging down,
That secures spirit magic, through the wolf-powered energy,
Which brings visions to life through a crown;
My heart is a dream catcher, the rhythmic pulse of a song,
Casting spells that will spark and entrance,
Whether country or rock, hip-hop, reggae, or pop,
Making beats that will move us to dance;
My soul is a dream catcher, the bridge between stars and cars,
Shining light on the entrance to peace,
When its mates are as one, and to them life is fun,
Spirit bond, merging streams, sweet release;
My skin is a dream catcher, blissful bringer of joy,
Pouring pleasure down rivers of radiance,
Sensuality bare, in reality rare,
Through orgasmic expressions of gradience,
Sensuality bare, in reality rare,
Through orgasmic expressions of gradience.
