Where dreams go when we wake up

Ephemeral fragments of us,
without space or time;

some without memory
remain veiled in a sensation
that persists over time.

Others are part of a thousand worlds,

hopes that become light,

nightmares that see you with closed eyes,

imaginary lives,

memories from the past.

In the dream we become immortal,
we are giants or small atoms,

we are ourselves or perhaps someone else,

we are light and even dark,

we are desires and fears.