Dreams

What is to await me in my dreams yet unearthed? What mystery hides behind my secrets' veil? What words does my pen long to write? Will I ever know these questions left unanswered? When will death take me? Will it be tomorrow or eighty years from now? What questions will be answered by the time I leave this earth? What dreams will I fulfill? When will Her hand sweep down and claim me? I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of leaving. Afraid of leaving my questions unanswered, afraid of leaving the people I have yet to meet. I do not fear where my soul will go after life has left my body, I fear how long my presence will linger. How long will I be remembered after my light has dimmed? Will anyone care that I am gone? My time will come, just as everyones does. I do not fear it, for I do not fear the unknown. After I am gone, will my presence on earth be of any importance? That is my only fear.