Two Dream Spinners
by Charlotte Ashlock
We spin webs of dreams,
My friend and I,
Castles in faraway countries,
Turrets stretching into the sunrise.
In our fevered imaginations
Orchestras play,
As honey-golden sunshine seeps
through the blinds.
Laughs fly from our mouths like startled birds,
And our hands weave bright patterns
in the air
As we gesture and explain,
Looking curiously, with a mix of wonder and fear,
Into each other’s eyes,
And delighting in the bright jewels we
find there,
In each other’s minds.
And when we are apart, our letters fly,
Like fat white birds
Across the countryside.
两个织梦人
查洛特－艾西洛克
朋友和我
我们把梦网编织
城堡在遥远的国度
塔楼延伸到晨曦。
狂热的想象里
弹奏着管弦乐曲
蜜黄色的太阳光线
从窗帘后穿透过来，丝丝缕缕。
笑声就像惊弓之鸟从我们嘴里飞离
我们打着手语之时
双手编织的图案鲜艳亮丽。
我们感到惊奇时，彼此的眼里
带着迷惑和恐惧
而我们发现耀眼的珠宝的`欣喜
洋溢在彼此的心底。
当我们两地分离，我们的书信
就像肥硕的白鸟
穿梭往来，飞越乡间大地。
