She dreamed not of sparkle or splendor
Or the avowed perfect.
She dreamed not of the conventional, the regular,
Or the beguiling unique
She painted what she saw,
And danced to what she heard,
She tumbled and she shrugged,
She erred and she laughed.
She flew and she flowed, seamlessly dreaming,
In an ocean, she considered her own.
She searched and sought
Instead the visible, the surfaced,
Their inside, their depths unknown
She loved and she dreamed,
But, they couldn’t see;
Unreal, brave, dupable or a mere disguise –
But she continued to be.
A fool indeed!
She thought she is moving, breathing, living,
Oblivious to her covert opaquing
That the ocean is an abyss
And that she is only drowning.