Source:krgkrg
Gone in the mist.
Gone from this world.
Lost in a rainbow of colors.
Dead to us.
Alive for others.
GONE IN THE MIST
Month: February 2017
FOOTSTEPS AT THE DOOR
“Institute Benjamenta” (1995) dir. Timothy Quay, Stephen Quay
Has he come for me?
I hear his footsteps.
Walking up the steps.
The leaves stop rustling.
The wind stops blowing.
The silence is overpowering.
Is he standing outside the door,
Waiting for me to open it?
I won’t.
I won’t let him in.
He wants me.
I won’t become one of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
IMAGINE
Source:alanjamesart
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.
To wherever your imagination
Wants to take you.
Happy trails!
IT COMES IN THE NIGHT
Source:indieteen
It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
OCEAN OF BLUE
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 MOON FALLS
Source:words-in-the-paradise
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
SKIN AND BONES
iris
Good morning . . .When the sunlight hit the trees
Beautiful.
“When the sunlight hit the trees,
all the beauty and wonder come together.
Soul unfolds its petals.
Flowering and fruiting of plants starts.
The birds song light up the spinal column
and harmonize the hippocampal functioning.”
~ Amit Ray (shared by Éva Patus)
Photo & text source: Harmony https://web.facebook.com/Harmony-578149188866564/
TOWERING
Source:indieteen
Cover me with leaves.
Shade me with your glory.
Heights towering above.
A protective cocoon.
SUSANNE LEIST 