* To Be A Weaver Or A Dreamer? Poem by Inner Whispers

In this early morning journey I made
twenty minutes motorbike ride from my place,
witnessing how the sun rises at the end side of the waters
glimmering with colorful beams of hopeful dreams...

On top of the bridge, I saw an early man
waddling his boat for a good catch of hope,
weaving his dreams for a bountiful feed
to offer and to serve for those whose in need.

Then I thought of something...

Am I just a woman, a hopeless dreamer
whose hoping for a good catch to come nearer?
Waiting someone who will lay his loving shoulder
at my barefooted feet which is longing to step on a boulder?

Hmn...I dream about a colourful butterfly
that will come gliding irrisistably,
Yet I want to be a weaver rather than a dreamer
so I can fulfill my wants, my urges, my desires, my dreams!