Before he fell asleep

He dreamed a wonderful dream.
And the sleep was no longer as enjoyable.

Because he knew that when he awoke in the morning,
There would be no recollection of the thoughts he had before he fell asleep.

He enjoyed the chase,
The forgettable moments that would go on to live with his heart forever.

His life to others was a waking dream,
Perfect and unimaginable,

But to him very manageable,
Until he fell in love.

Because not passion,
Not that mere infatuation,

Love.
Feelings unportrayed,

Because he could not share his dream with someone who may have understood him.
Because it was the tale of his life,

Waking memories in a wandering state,
Right before the moment of silent sleep,

Knowing that he'll forget how to express these feelings in the morning.