Dreams (Lance)

My dreams are getting crazy,
I'm seeing ones that are dead.
Images of them alive,
Are running thru my head.

The one that is reoccuring,
Is Lance, my poor friend.
Whose life suddenly was taken,
And came to an abrupt end.

In my dream he's walking by,
Or talking to me, or laughing,
His life was full of outdoor things,
Hiking, swimming, and rafting.

His eyes are wide open,
He is still full of life,
I wonder if he had lived?
Could I have been his wife?

One night I was getting him ready,
For his funeral, I knew,
But I couldn't tell him to be careful,
In a way, I felt he already knew.

His eyes seemed so sad,
He was pacing the floor,
Dreading to leave the house,
Not looking towards the door.

One night we were together,
The dream was so intense,
To dream often of the dead,
To me, makes no sense.

I wish my dreams would stop,
They are toying with my mind,
It proves how life is cruel,
How death seems so unkind.

I am scared to go to sleep,
Wondering what it will bring....
Most of what are in my dreams,
Are things better left unseen.

Goodnight Lance, once again,
I look forward to our chats.
At least you live in my dreams,
I'll just leave it at that.