Dreamcatcher

A dream
caught between feathers and beads
reminiscence foretold.

Delhi

The cold is its own cave.
The dream pops and crackles,
rapidly cooling after I leave it.
I close my eyes and it's dew in a cavern.

A jar full of ribbons;
shreds of her colours
cut from his soul,
released to the wind
flying
showing her the way.