Filling Up My Dreams

Many various colours

Dids't I in dreams see;

Borrowed them I, from

Nature's colourful moods

Many several varieties.

Stole some I,

from Beauteous flowers,

Mingled them, then

With Heaven's high showers,

But could fill them not

Even a little or in part,

Those, my li'l sweet dreams;

So empty like feathers

In the mind's heaven they fly;

Softly sail they away,

With tweeny li'l chirpings,

Whilst I, in a dreamy daze

Canst only blink wi' misty gaze.

They heeded me not,

And oblivious of me,

They glided past;

And though they are

My friends not,

Bids't them I, a

Teary goodbye.