Dream catcher II

Small dreams,
small hopes,
small imaginings,
turn dark.

You toss and turn.
You thirst and burn.
You want to flee and run.
Where's your dream catcher?

You see me.
I see you.
You ask me in love
        to be your dream catcher.

I long and yearn.
I wish to try and learn.
I must be strict and stern
          to not let dark dreams pass.

Colors of the spectrum
and treasures of kings
are your dreams.
These shoulders are too narrow,
this strength too feeble,
I sit and think in failure,
      to be your dream catcher.