The Dreams We Have

Its cold its cold inside my dreams.

Ever holding my soul so it seams.

I see such wonders behold my mind.

Extravagant fantastic thoughts I find.

I drift and drift along with time.

As the hours pass the stories no crime.

Confusion mistakes and reasons behold.

For the mind unravels till all is solved.

The dreams we have the reasons they seek.

For our bodies and our lives so weak.

Its cold its cold inside my dreams.

Evolving and enhancing my soul so it seams.

I sleep so quite so quite and still

Our bodies commanded by our own free will.

Conscious in sleep as our minds run wild.

These thoughts constructed till all is compiled.

Written By Stuart Dale 30th May 2000