THE EMPTY STAIRCASE

 

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I can hear the children’s voices

as they climb the stairs to classes.

I hear their shouts as they descend

to the basement for lunch.

I can’t see their faces.

I only hear their voices.

The staircase waits for me.

If I return,

will my dream go away?

I drift back to sleep and

dream of the empty staircase.

AFTER THE STORM

 

 

The winds have taken their victims.

Tree limbs lie scattered across the grass.

A quiet descends upon the land.

Animals peek from

their hiding places.

Birds chirp in unison,

happy to be free again.

The sun will soon shine.

The clouds will clear.

The darkness will leave.

The earth regenerates itself,

preparing for the new day.

SING ME A SONG

 

SING ME A SONG

 

Sing me a song.

Write a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

So I can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway places

And times that are gone.

I close my eyes.

I can hear your words.

I see your fingers

Stroking the keys.

The words take flight.

They reverberate through time.

They leave your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty heart.

THE STAIRCASE

 

THE STAIRCASE

 

Follow the gargoyles to their master.

Follow the staircase to its source.

Take me down under 

To the darkness in us all.

Beneath End House lies the answers

To questions asked from times gone by.

The unearthly dungeons and mazes

Will lead our way through hell and beyond.

I know others have gone before me

To the place deep in the earth.

Hell has unleashed its prized possessions

To torment the innocent and needy.

Even with their human bodies

They cannot hide forever from my wrath.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

 

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

 

The wind whispers.

The trees sway.

Air hisses through the leaves.

Shadows lurk between gravestones.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

A statue looms in the distance.

A winged angel turns her cold face 

and faces me.

A wicked grin curves her mouth.

Her wings take flight.

And so do I.