a woman dreams and knit some thoughts

with a thread woven of desires

and she wonders if they need some glue

some kind of binding agent

to keep them from falling apart

or they just hold together

with the intricate design that knits them

 

she wonders if the dreams she envisages

are the lives she has chosen

or are the mirror of the lives

she has been destined to

 

sometimes she wonders

if the dreams she dreamt

are real or are just an opaque image

of her unshed unfulfilled desires?

 

a woman dreams all her sleeping hours

a woman who often

falls asleep while she is not dreaming

for the dreams she has been destined to dream

are not the dreams of the lives

she had been sleep walking through

in one consolidated trance like dream…