Two Dream Spinners

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　by Charlotte Ashlock

　　We spin webs of dreams,

　　My friend and I,

　　Castles in faraway countries,

　　Turrets stretching into the sunrise.

　　In our fevered imaginations

　　Orchestras play,

　　As honey-golden sunshine seeps

　　through the blinds.

　　Laughs fly from our mouths like startled birds,

　　And our hands weave bright patterns

　　in the air

　　As we gesture and explain,

　　Looking curiously, with a mix of wonder and fear,

　　Into each other's eyes,

　　And delighting in the bright jewels we

　　find there,

　　In each other's minds.

　　And when we are apart, our letters fly,

　　Like fat white birds

　　Across the countryside.