She Dreams…

She’s dreaming…

wonder what she sees;

maybe she has wings,

perhaps she believes

in the things she percieves

in these fractal pieces of reality

the imagination wild and untamed.

She smiles unconsciously,


A Coltrane mind frame—love supreme;

she dreams in silence,

the reticence of those who visit

the temples of her unconsciousness;

whispering in supplication,

calling a name so abstract

she in all of her innocence

can’t seem to grasp it is her they seek.


Where is she,

who is she

when she dreams…


© Tshombe Sekou




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