Dreamkeeper Poems

The Dreamkeeper

As the sun meets the 

tips of the glacial mountains,

Falcons shriek

and circle around

My castle that rests atop

A cloud.

I am the Dreamkeeper.

I was chosen among many others

to fulfill this role.

I agreed and now I have

a mythical castle atop the clouds.

I have

Magic you can’t comprehend

Magic deemed impossible.

Unthinkable.

I watch over people’s dreams and fears

But is it worth

the cost?

The Curses of a Dreamkeeper

As I walk on clouds and

sit on cushions made of water,

I think about this place.

How do you explain

to people who

dream of what I have right now

that it isn’t worth it?

Imagine flying to the top of the tallest mountain

and back in a minute.

Imagine exploring undersea trenches

without needing a single light

I know you better than you ever will.

But imagine being isolated and alone

watching those you love dying while you

haven’t aged.

You are forgotten

no one knows about your important job.

You could solve so much with your magic but

you will disappear forever if you do.

A castle atop the clouds

and magic as well

But you can’t share your riches

All alone.

How a Dreamkeeper Dies

I know you wonder how someone immortal

Someone powerful

meets their end.

A Dreamkeeper dies

when there is one wish,

one person they cannot resist helping

and then they disappear.

Why are Dreamkeepers chosen

only to disappear

in solitude without anyone knowing about the sacrifices

they make?

Fury builds up deep inside me

and I feel

Like I am ready to explode into flame

I will not let this happen to me.

When Dreams Clash

I have watched dreams fizzle out.

Sometimes

The dream is too ambitious

Or too dangerous.

Very often

Dreams contradict each other so only one iteration

can come true.

Some dreams start out

hopeful

Then turn to pent-up bitterness

Or just plain hate.

I wish I could help

without disappearing.

To Help Others

Today I

helped a little girl.

Her dream was selfless and just

Too sweet to ignore.

I will not go into the details

Since there is no time.

I feel myself fading

My magic gradually waning as the

seconds blur by.

Now that I know what it feels like to

help someone fulfill their

dream, I understand.

Perhaps Dreamkeepers are meant to

help, for thoughts without

action

Are thought in vain.

I always assumed that the

Dreamkeepers die

But perhaps they simply are reborn to be

leaders. Perhaps

I was chosen because I

didn’t act

When someone needed me.

Magic cannot and will not fix everything.

I stare at the sunset and think

About what I can do

as the sky darkens and

shooting stars chase away the darkness.

The distant shrieks of falcons circling

around my

castle that rests atop a puffy cloud

So soft it may be spun

Of

Broken

Dreams.