FOOTSTEPS IN THE SAND

 

I sink with each step
closer to the blue.
The waves tease and spray
and prompt me to play.

But my world is dark and bleak,
and I cannot fall asleep.
I gaze through my window
to the snow-laden bough. 

I sigh and shut my eyes tight,
seeking paradise this night.
I get sleepy and go back in time
to the sand and the footsteps of mine.

FORCE OF NATURE

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The waves stand

Straight as sentries,

Shoulder to shoulder.

They eye the shoreline,

Storm at their backs,

Wind at their sides.

The Sun sets above.

The sea ripples below.

The sky darkens.

Clouds rush in.

Birds flee the scene.

The sky opens.

Water rains from above.

Quiet reigns supreme.

They quicken their tempo.

They hit the sand with force,

Lines of soldiers,

Shoulder to shoulder

As one.

SWEPT AWAY

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SWEPT AWAY

Lights twinkle on the horizon.

A horizon tinted pink by the night.

I walk past the mosaic trimmed pool.

A trade wind follows me.

I’m being swept away.

By the view.

By the lights.

By the beauty.

A contented sigh drifts on the wind.

NIGHTLY GAMES

d-iagnose:
“ ++ take a tropical tour and follow for more ++
”
Oasis offers paradise.
Palm trees swaying.
Bodies lying in the hot sun,
Baking to their hearts’ content.
Cool water to soothe their flesh.
The night brings trade winds,
Accompanied by dark...

 

d-iagnose:

++ take a tropical tour and follow for more ++

Oasis offers paradise.

Palm trees swaying.

Bodies lying in the hot sun,

Baking to their hearts’ content.

Cool water to soothe their flesh.

The night brings trade winds,

Accompanied by dark shadows.

Visitors to the Florida town,

All ready to play their nightly games.

A game for one or two?

It’s all up to you.

THE DEAD GAME

 

BLUE SEA

A garden of delight for me,

In colors of the deep blue sea.

In my mind’s eye I can see

Myself falling into thee.

In the shade of the plum tree

I’ll wait until you’ll come to me.

We’ll fly away to be free

To the waves of the blue sea.

A PLAN

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’ in this world.

I need one ‘could’,

and then I’m off to the tropical island.

On the way, I’ll throw my computer

into the depths of the blue, green water.

Sounds good to me.

Sounds like a plan.

TAKE THE ROAD TO OASIS

Oasis hotel

Take the road to the Oasis Hotel.
Lined with trees
shedding their pink petals.
A bright and sunny road.
Filled with wishes and dreams.
No worries or despairs.

A road in Oasis, Florida.
At its end stands the hotel.
Waiting with open arms.
A garden of colorful flowers
spelling out its name.
Its white walls and high archways
invite ocean breezes.
Tourists lounge on its many couches. 
“Drinks for one and all,”
call out the waiters.
Drinks with fancy umbrellas.
No worries or despairs
for these guests.

That is until night falls.
Then all must retreat for safety.
Dark shadows appear on the streets
and on the white-sand beach.
No one ventures out at night.
Except for The Dead.
They own the night.
They own Oasis.
No worries or despairs
for those who take care.
Death for those who do not.

THE DEAD GAME

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OCEAN DEEP

OCEAN DEEP
Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a bluish green.
Life swirls by in colors of the rainbow,
Filled with creatures swimming free.
A harmony of constant movement,
Following the slow tempo of the deep.