my dream

I remember once one said,
Tell no one, of your dreams or they won’t become true;
But, you crawled in like the fog moving around indifferently;
Laughing and cheering with charming mistresses;
Yet not seeing me, not hearing me.
I sadly watched you, traced you around the room,
As I am used to do, but not in dreams.

Thout I you're happy, playimg with them; poor nice dolls,

had i such lovely plays, i might have been as amused
So I’ll tell every one what vision had I,
Then will see you out of dream, regarding me as a human being.