Water in waves of blue and green.
Nothing can be so clear and clean.
Sunshine beating down on my head.
I have made the soft sand my bed.
Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.
I can feel the breeze in my hair.
A place like this must exist.
A dream like this I can’t resist.
I want to walk through a meadow of flowers,
breathing in the sweet taunting fragrance.
I want to let my hair down to fly free
as the warm breeze tickles my hot skin.
I want to lie down on the soft yellow pillows,
my face to the sun looking down from above.
I want to be lost in the sea of flowers,
Where no one will ever find me again.
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The colors.
The force.
The salty air.
The warm breeze.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
Be there with it.
Our own paradise.
Our own piece of heaven.
Blue ocean.
Warm sun.
Soft sand.
Sea breeze.
Lapping waves.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
What gifts do you have for us,
Oh beautiful sky?
Some warm sunshine.
A soft breeze or two.
Maybe a light misting.
Your gaze is triumphant.
Reflecting on the soothing waves.
I could feel your warmth.
See your beauty.
Hear your tentative rumbling.
Taste the salty air with my tongue.
My senses are engaged.
You delight and tantalize them.
Thank you.
Something is waiting for me.
Outside my front door.
I can sense its presence.
Can it be death?
Am I ready for it?
No one can be ready.
It comes for us when
we are the least prepared.
If I shut the door,
will it go away?
It’s moving closer to the house,
smacking repeatedly against the window.
Bang.
Bang.
I peek out.
A branch from the tree
is waving in the breeze.
This time I was lucky.
What about the next time?
I better be ready.
I sing my song on top of the branch.
I flitter and flutter to my heart’s content.
My feathers ruffle in the slight breeze.
I am king of the day.
All bow to me.
Until I fly away again.
Oasis offers a tropical paradise.
Palm trees swaying in the breeze.
Bodies lying in the hot sun.
Baking to their hearts’ content.
Cool water to soothe their flesh.
Fresh water or salt on display.
The night brings the trade winds.
Accompanied by dark shadows.
Visitors to the Florida town.
Ready to play their nightly games.
A game for one or two.
It’s all up to you.
THE DEAD GAME
