Dreams

Does truth ever emanate my dreams
As so oft I see in my sleep?
Does death seek me there?
Where tale and reality mix
Where so oft I travel on wings
Of sweet sleep? Where death?
Has death tasted my dreams?
Does he know where I go?
Where hence my mind has traveled
Over leagues, farther than reality.
Does truth come in these sad tales?
Which for a time I play a part
Till ruffly out of sleep I start
Or my mind in trick, changes scenes
What truth might I find there?
And When the tale I leave
does it continue, as if unscathed?
Or in leaving does the ending change?
O mind which so cruelly lets me look
At other worlds and places,
Which I will never live in, nor be a part.
Why in dream waiting on the other side
Of this thin vale I see across?
Which during sleep I cross only
In brief live a life not my own.
Do you show me truth? O mind?
Or is thy creativity unable to sleep?
And thus tortures me forever?
Does truth ever emanate my dreams?