Iman Sadikeen Poems
The Weaver Of Dreams
A weaver of vivid dreams she be,
Spinning them with the yarn of despair,
Knots them she does with blind hopes,
Conjuring a life of warmth and care.
Could she not, this beautiful pattern adorn?
Wishes thus the maiden's sighing heart!
Let go! Let go!
Release me from this hole
Trapped in a dungeon so dark
Where no light or hope had ever shone!
Imprisoned by whom I know not to say
... And there I hear them, the dear ones
Calling out my name
Trying reach my abandoned soul.
Break through the Iron wall