It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lay awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lay and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
IN THE NIGHT
Month: February 2016
FALLING
A heart-shaped pool
to break my fall.
A cold wetness
to entomb me.
Depths to reach
below the surface.
I am falling
with no one to catch me.
But a cold wetness.
HUMANITY
Is there hope?
Out there in the cold world.
Is there warmth?
Out there in the bricked buildings.
Is there humanity?
Out there walking the pavements.
I hope so.
BEAUTY
Follow the yellow lines.
They take you to the future.
To where no man has trod.
To pink mountain tops.
To snow-filled valleys.
To fluffy white clouds.
A road to beauty.
SKIN AND BONES
Skin and bones.
That’s all we are.
Easy to break.
Easy to fall.
Don’t fall apart.
Keep strong.
Keep fit
in mind and body.
DARK OF NIGHT
The moon goes
through its phases.
Becoming smaller
each day.
Until it’s gone.
Leaving no trace
of its former self.
That is when The Dead
will come for us.
In the darkness.
In the coldness.
In the dark of night.
THE DEAD GAME
FIELD OF BLUE
porcupine by: (Antonio Carrillo)
In the field of blue
I will roam.
In the ocean of flowers
I will be free.
In the sunshine
I will soar.
In this world
I will be happy.
Yes.
I will.
THE DOOR BECKONS
Wooden Door, Orvieto, Italy © Doug Hickok All Rights Reserved
The door beckons.
It opens.
Into the darkness.
Into the quiet.
We step inside.
It locks behind us.
The silence envelopes us.
It carries us to our destination.
To the dark chambers.
Beneath the house.
Where our fate awaits us.
THE DEAD GAME
DANCE TO THE MUSIC
We love to dance.
To the pounding music.
To the sounds of the night.
To the darkness.
To the end.
To The Dead.
LADY OF THE NIGHT
So sad.
Lady of the night.
Drifting through time.
Through space.
Lost.
Waiting.
Watching.
Alone.
Forever.
SUSANNE LEIST 