Talking Body

My body lays still.
such as a calming
hush of night.

Webbing within darkness
hangs a leather,
catcher of dreams
from
my ancestors of old.

I travel the universe
within stars and moon,
veiled and shielded
from an entity of evil
assuming he can feast
upon the visions trapped
within my frailty.

Messages encircle beaded
medallions, feathers remain
unseen, while I dangle upon
a crescent moon.

My body becomes a host,
for speaking with ghosts-

asleep; sleeper of dreams,
caching the haunted upon
a feathery pillowed
rhapsody.