She dreams of being a fisherwoman
A happy fisherwoman, so she could make the shimmering aqua, something she has always had mystery over at,
As her last resort.
To move life forward in the middle of sea
Watching the waves crash
Hearing them laugh in silence.
To take in the sun go down
From the window of her house everyday
And twinkle her honey brown eyes
With the glowing stars at night
And rise up to the first light up above.
She wishes to have fishers as neighbours, fishers as friends.
To look at how beautifully their men spread the thick blue net onto the water
And to decorate the freshly painted boats with colorfully dancing miniature bulbs
And dance to the boat song.
Catching sight of the boats move round in troops and looking over the bridge, at the common people walk their busy life..
She admires her own, silent life by the river.