The Reality of Dreams

Not a word rested on my grave,
And yet this did not bother me:
Never did a story I pave,
And I would not let myself be free.
So all of the ones who mattered
Did not know I cared, it did seem.
Did they know my heart was battered?
Thank God it was only a dream...

But now that I reconsider it,
I really don't see a difference
In the way the two worlds were knit.
Because of my incoherence,
Those I loved were left unaware.
With my consciousness, I can't deem:
Should I have woken with no care?
Thank God it was only a dream...

Maybe hidden thoughts were trying,
Attempting to tell me to act,
To show the world love wasn't dying.
Could an unknown part, still compact,
Have made me know what might just be?
Unless I awoke, still unkeen,
The knowledge of love: Unfree.
Was it only a dream?

I left you with no wisp of hint.
You had no clue I wouldn't return.
There went my last chance: No reprint.
The script of life: Cannot reburn.
This knowledge my trance enlightned.
So I love you, my life's good team.
Now you know and I'm not frightened;
It wasn't a dream.