Dreaming Poem by CrystalEyes Pain

I wake in confusien wandering what type of dream I've had, sitting in a dream catcher wandering if dreamed of a white evil.. Dreams are sometimes leaves broken hearts, and words, and thoughts in a confusion.
Still sitting in a dream catcher wandering, and thinking how dreams come to you, this cycle I can't explain, then I see a rainbow with a pot of cold at the ends. I realize how grateful of the the half native in me. Continued to watch the rainbow, and wandering if the wolf spirits contacting the rainbow for good luck.