You're Rowing the Boat

You’re rowing the boat
I am sleeping in.
Where are you taking me,
unaware?

I wake up to the murky waters
and you lull me into death
again.

As you bead my heartbeats
into an intricate web,
you point
to the stars and ask me 
to be inspired.

You weave me an endless
spiral of dreams to wear -
why must I accept it
as love?

Where are you taking me?
Why are you taking me
there?

Every hint at awareness
weakens my desire to wake up -
you weave me a spiral
and I watch you
from behind the shutters
of my eyes.