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…