While talking with a friend (another author I know) the topic triggered the creation of this short piece. Just wanted to share it.
If the Dead can dream, can we ever know what's real?
by D E Dykes
They say the dreaming dead lay sleeping, deep in the earth and sea.
They say they dream of lives they lived, and what they thought would be.
In their dreams they see the sun, shining brightly in the sky
and lounge around in shadows cast, not knowing that they've died.
Some say that in the fields at night, you'll hear them screaming so
in the moments that they wake, and see their dreams all go.
So one must ask, if you can, between their muffled cries
When you see the dead can dream
What you'll dream, when you die?
When you're dead you're dead.
there is something to be said for poetic license