Confessed Dreamer

What happens to our dreams when we wake? What happens to those unfinished, unbegun tales hiding behind our eyes? The mad chaos of sleep; the tranquility of dreams. I am a confessed dreamer; day and night I dream.

Where do my dreams go when I wake? What happens to those visions when morning light drives them away? I dream of dreams, wondering what they are.

Last night I dreamed I broke a certain promise. I repented in my sleep. What are dreams, and what is sleep?

Whose beating heart lies on this scale
raising this feather high?
What sinner has come through my veil
who looks me in the eye?

The sleeper visits Death tonight,
but I think I'll not stay.
I came to find what I should write
but I know my own way.