WHEN IT RAINED

I wonder how good it is to give
a distinctive definition on dreams
when we tie our hearts
to one pacemaker or angiogram
My definitions were strange
like the reflection
of my own conscience
where shadows contradicted
and that is the time clouds formed
a cluster to break my dreams into
many million tiny fragments
and those fragments came back
to me when it rained
in monsoon
like a feather soft dream