Sonnet XVI: Resurrection

In dreams she springs up smiling, back from ash
Her grave forgotten, death a cave to egress 
Then soon ensues a rebirthday bash
She leads a conga line in sequined dress
The former mourners feast and toast her health
Our family fills the table, gathered round
Then soon resumes the status quo of wealth
Revelers dance away her stint in the ground
I sit weeping, grief still thick in my chest
My heart consumed, confused by this strange lie
Through sobs I beg the woman laid to rest,
“If you love me, then why pretend to die?” 
In dreams she says, “I’m here” and dries my tears
In waking time goes on, her memory blears