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 and you’ll come to me.
We’ll fly away to be free
To the waves of the dark sea.
Salty.
Cold.
Mesmerizing.
Tantalizing.
Alive.
A force of nature.
There’s nothing more to say.
SOLITUDE
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.
The ocean sparkles green and blue
Like a wrapped present just for you.
The soft sand is so white and clean.
Perfection has no in-between.
Oasis is perfect to get away.
It is the best place I can safely say.
Except for the desolate night
That might offer us a big fright.
Dark shadows come out from their homes.
The sun uncovers only bones.
What happens at night is a mystery
Along with Oasis’ long history.
Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.
THE DEAD GAME
Come with me away from it all.
Let’s climb a hill that’s really tall.
An island for me and you,
And skies that are clear and blue.
We will take long walks on the sand,
And don’t forget to take my hand.
I will never feel alone or lonely.
I will always have my one and only.
SOLITUDE
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
A walk down the street.
Fragrances so sweet.
White cobblestones line the way.
Here is where I want to stay.
Away from the madding crowd.
A place where I can be proud.
To call my new home.
I don’t need a phone.
All I need is a soft bed.
To lay down my weary head.
The fishermen’s cries will wake me.
For my day by the deep blue sea.
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
DEAD BY MORNING
He comes in the night
With a show of might.
He comes for the few.
He’ll make them anew.
They’ll be ready to fight
Each and every night.
They’ll take on more men.
They need more than ten.
The Dead will gather strong.
And I still might be wrong.
But they’re surely here for you and me.
We’ll be buried in the bright blue sea.
THE DEAD GAME
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