Dream Strands (collab with TwilightPoetess)

Snowy owl
plucks at the beads
of a discarded dream catcher.

I watch the wind
ruffle white feathers
and wonder where captured dreams go
when the strings binding them
are snapped.

Dry leaves rustling past
susurrating secrets.
Once constrained to sunlight
but now snapped free
they shuffle to shadow.

Grasping a leaf,
I watch the course of its veins
disintegrate into my own.

Dry hands
pull down soft shirt sleeves
as the owl
takes flight,
a snapped dream string
clasped in a sharp beak.

Shadows shuffle
across the leaf veins
beneath my fingers
and I breathe deep,
trying to soak up the sun
the way fear
soaked up my words.

Eyes closed,
I take in the last light,
hear the rustle about me.
I am a leaf on the wind,
my every hair
a dream strand
whirling around me.