Dreams

what are dreams,

but thoughs asleep?

amazing, horrible, delightful, sad.

all merely thoughts asleep.

it seemeth me,

that most dreams are,

as random as most girls.

they flutter here,

and hover there.

yet each and all but for a moment...

one night in jail,

the next my love.

and often nothing at all.

no man can say he knows a dream,

no man no woman no child.

for dreams most always are,

as random as the rain.

so you tell me,

what shall we dream tonight?

By, Miran.

i think this is good!

really, Miran..

do write more! :)