Saturdays is my day to go to antique stores,

to find hidden treasures out of boxes of junk.

Sometimes I come away very empty handed ,

at other times I come away with a treasure.

(.)

This Saturday I came away with a treasure,

an old native american dream catcher was mine.

The leather and beads was in need of repair,

the feathers can be bought at any craft store.

(.)

After buying the things needed to repair it,

I spend half of the day rebuilding my find.

But when I was done with my labor of love,

I had a treasure that was very priceless to me.

(.)

It was then the dreams about my find began,

dreams of long ago and of the present times.

I thought that they was just bad dreams at first,

but the images in my dreams has gotten stronger.

(.)

I kept dreaming of Indians of a long ago past era,

walking down the trail of tears and facing hard times.

Their sorrow cried out through the old dream catcher,

its fine threads caught the emotions that they then felt.

(.)

I saw a happy bride looking into a huge oval mirror,

all dressed in white with roses in her long brown hair.

For today is finally the day she waited on forever,

for she would be Williams wife and a future mother.

(.)

I saw a Victorian woman go through her daily chores,

with her husband and childrens needs getting tended.

Things was so much less complicated in those past times,

my dream catcher easily captured her happiness with ease.

(.)

I saw a blue eyed brunette crying when no one was near,

over a lost love she was forced to walk away from finally.

But a smaller soul needed him more then she ever will,

my dream catcher caught her raw emotions as she coped.

(.)

All this and more I saw as I slept each night in my bed,

in the end I had to move my find away from my bedroom.

For I could not help those who pleaded for help in my find,

so I maybe should have left the dream catcher at the store.