June 21, 2016

No One I Know


As I fall asleep,
I'm not sure
when I'm no longer here,
when this dream ends
and another begins.
I lay breathing,
air going out
then coming in,
and when I sleep
it still moves
without my knowing,
my dream life
becoming more real
than this dream
I leave behind.
Perhaps life
is the real dream,
and I truly live
only when I sleep,
and this is why
I'm slow to awaken,
leaving everyone behind
who matters most,
where all my loved ones
still abide, and no one
I know, fails to return.