When I Sleep

I have had dreams where I’ve fallen 

deeply in love with strangers

lucid worlds covered in ice, 

the sun reflecting off the seine

faceless passengers in a world I can’t define

a coma sleep blurs the lines between 

a world I love and a waking state I hate,

where do you go when I open my eyes?

do you remember me for who I really am

or am I forgotten forever

will we meet again in the strangest of places

or have the lines blurred so badly

severing the connection that fused 

us together in sleep