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.

THE PERFECT MELODY

 

 

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The air feels heavy,

laden with moisture.

Grey clouds hover

in the darkening sky.

The first raindrops arrive,

pounding on the rooftops

in a staccato melody of their own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

Rain washes our streets

and clears our minds,

preparing us for a new day.

BLUE MIDNIGHT

BLUE MIDNIGHT
A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all their might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and...

 

BLUE MIDNIGHT


A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all their might.

The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.

I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath. 

THE DEAD GAME

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BRING THE PAIN

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The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tide meets rock.

Faces hide in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

TEARS FROM HEAVEN

 

 

The sun hits my face.

Clouds are soon

followed by raindrops,

Tears from heaven.

Between the sun and clouds

they fall.

Propelled by the soft wind,

They blur my vision,

Stop me in my tracks,

Cause me to face the sky,

To the heavens,

To the source.

WHITE BLANKET

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Look to the glowing skies,

Magic before my eyes.

Snow flutters to the ground

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white,

So pretty and so bright.

I hope it can remain this way,

A blanket for one more day.