dream of death

is death but a dream
 can we embrace it
 is it a slumber of thoughts
 randomly played out
 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