SUMMER LIGHT

Pier 60 | ( by Claude Allaert )

 

SUMMER LIGHT

I want to enjoy the summer light.

It shines on the water clear and bright.

I smell the salt water in the air

as the sea breeze ruffles my long hair.

Happiness is a day at the beach.

It is what I so dearly beseech.

A day with no worries or fears.

No bad things to bring me to tears.

 
 
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THE DEAD BY THE SEA

 

THE DEAD BY THE SEA

Come with me to the pool by the sea.
Oasis is the best place to be.
Relax by the pool or sit at the bar.
Tourists visit this place from near and far.


I think I’ll take a dip in the pool.
I am definitely not a fool.
I’d never pass up a chance for fun
Or a tan in the Florida sun.


Wait! Come and look over here.
I found a book on the chair.
A small town is a beautiful place.
I see the stunned look on your face.


Oasis Hotel resembles this one.
But it isn’t always fun in the sun.
It is a haven for The Dead.
Is the heat going to your head?


The sky is turning cloudy and dark.
I can see shadows over the park.
What’s that standing behind you?
It’s not one shadow but two.


More shadows are coming ashore.
I’m not going to wait for more.
Our destiny seems to be in this book.
I’m leaving now without a second look.


THE DEAD GAME
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THE PERFECT WAVE

 

Welcome to Oasis, Florida.

Where sunlight glistens

on the pink sand.

Money flows like water 

at the Oasis Hotel.

Tourists search

for the perfect paradise.

The perfect wave.

The perfect partner.

The perfect party.

They will find all of this

and much more.

THE DEAD GAME

A WALK BY THE SEA

A walk by the sea
is waiting for me.
Salt air in my hair,
Please come over here.
We should take this opportunity
before we can hit our next thirty.
Chances like this are rare.
We are are a lucky pair.
To walk along the beach,
so close within our...

 

A walk by the sea

is waiting for me.

Salt air in my hair,

Please come over here.

We should take this opportunity

before we can hit our next thirty.

Chances like this are rare.

We are are a lucky pair.

To walk along the beach,

so close within our reach.

 

LOST AND ALONE

Lost & Alone

Lost and alone in my head,
Can’t fall asleep in my bed.
Waves crashing in my mind,
Pain is all I can find.

Take a walk on the beach I’m told
To clear the cobwebs from their hold.
But here I’m alone with the surf,
Lost and alone on my own turf.

The boat’s foghorn​ echoes my grief,
A loss profound beyond belief.
The soulful sound takes me away
To happier times I can say.

To times when you held me
And told me you loved me.
Those times are gone for good,
Forget I know I should.

At night when I close my eyes to sleep,
All I can see is our love so deep.
As hard as I might try,
I can’t let go and fly.

So here I walk on the beach,
Knowing you’re out of my reach.
But still, ​I yearn and burn
For a love, ​I can’t earn.

A PLAN

Beach

Why am I never at a place like this?

Why am I always in a dark room typing?

We all make our choices,

and I have to live with mine.

Maybe…

Too many ‘maybes.’

I need one ‘can.’

I ‘can’ escape to the tropical island.

I’ll throw my computer

into the depths

​of the blue, green ocean.

Sounds good to me.

Sounds like a plan.

A PERFECT PLACE

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A PERFECT PLACE TO BE

A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.

Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.

Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.

THE DEAD GAME

RISING FROM THE DEEP

coiour-my-world:
“ moonstruck
”
Rising from the deep,
caressed by the moon.
Chest heaving.
Red eyes gleaming,
facing the shore.
Arms of steel
part the waves.
Muscular legs
pump the sand.
Head tilted back
to give a mighty roar.
A beauty to behold.
A...

 

coiour-my-world:

 

Rising from the deep,

caressed by the moon.

Chest heaving.

Red eyes gleaming,

facing the shore.

Arms of steel

part the waves.

Muscular legs

pump the sand.

Head tilted back

to give a mighty roar.

A beauty to behold.

A deadly presence to face.

Pounding footsteps

follow close behind.

Eating up the miles to town,

where Oasis will stand no more.

THE DEAD GAME