Dream World Poem by Han Min Ohn

Every night into the dream world
All of us, involuntarily, tour
Though, what, in the dream, we saw
We may just but remember raw.

The dream may be vivid or bizarre
We cannot, whatever it is, deter
It may be long or it may be short
We are not the one to plot.

Good or bad the dream may be
No chance to foresee are we
Happiness or sadness the dream may cast
We can but hope for the best.

In the river of dream we passively row
Every night without a current’s flow
For as long as the dream may last
Or till the morning sun wakes us up.