Dream of Death

can we find peace under a pillow under the covers of a lonely lovers bed in a field blown by the wind or in a back yard swimming pool weighed down with lifeless feathers or are we merely flying to the tops of living roots set for us by generations of followers dug in foxholes dig lonely soldier never thought it was to be caught in the crossfire of some foe his dream was of home swallowed in shrapnel we don't think on this dream much for the nightmare has begun life in it's short shell, impenetrable from all . now when we dream are we alive walking on live wires burnt and scathed by angry wise men fall back on everything find your death and embrace it sleep the good sleep smile for life has begun