I Wonder The Dream

I wonder, Can you feel a dream die? Do the stars shine less brightly For it's passing? Does the world turn slower? Do the cities cease Their incessant rush? I wonder Can you see a dream die? Does it have a color, Like a dying rainbow Or a washed out seashell Tossed aimlessly upon A pale, polluted beach? I wonder Can a dream really die? Without tears, Without pain, Without the loss Of the dreamer? I wonder, If dreams can't die, Then do they exist at all? And if they do, Then why can't I release mine, And have them Release my soul?