When We Sleep Poem by David Taylor

What happens when we sleep
and we're not dreaming?
We escape from this mortal body
and leap into bliss;
leave behind all cares and sorrows,
just rest beyond boundless space.

Mind must stay behind
and keep its memories stored
for when we are recalled;
so none remember this
that every night they play
in pure and boundless timelessness.

I know you don't remember
I don't remember too,
but does not remembering
make it any less than true?