unwritten dreams

Did I write or did I sleep?
Did I dream the words you'll never see?
Thoughts that danced across my mind,
Captured in the depths of memory.

Ink on paper, a silent plea,
Yearning to convey what's in my heart.
But the words, they slip away,
Leaving me to wonder, did I part?

With the veil of sleep, they disappear,
Fading like the morning dew.
Did I craft a story true?
Or was it just a dream, through and through?

The passion burns, the embers glow,
Igniting a fire within my soul.
To write, to express, to let it flow,
But the elusive words, they never unfold.

Did I write or did I sleep?
The mystery lingers, deep and profound.
A dance of dreams, a wordsmith's keep,
Where the unwritten lives, forever bound.