Random Thoughts

Just a random thought of
why it is in the feverish midnight
action of our sleeping brain
when surely the mind it guides is
more than capable of imagining
on the screen of sleep, 
adventures and exotic pleasures
to leave us on waking with the
impression a good night of
entertainment just passed,
instead of ill-naturedly leading
us to the belief of a sleep-interrupted
night not of restful distraction
in a serial adventure of dreams,
but being fretfully awake 
all night trying to reason with a
sleep-deprived mind that our 
artistic muse requires a tranquil
state of dream reception, not
the irritated certainty that we
dream we are unable to sleep.