Dream Box

In my box
I live in a dream
Where no one can see
Or even pass on a scream
I think of the crime
Of a broken heart
In that box
I leave my soul apart
At length I open my eyes
And see my dreams have stayed
In my joy and grace
My deepest desires lay displaced
My story remains untold
A consequent of a dreamt death
I lay bare in those arms
Waiting sometimes for a last breath
What happens when the box is gone
And so are stories of past
What happens when my dream box has left
And its only sorrow that lasts?