My mind can’t handle the world’s chaos.
My thoughts are drifting to a peaceful place,
where the sky meets the mountains and water
in luscious shades of blue.
DRIFTING AWAY
daydream
A SHADOW IN THE WIND
The castle sits in the woods.
Memories fill its walls.
Echoes of laughter
vibrate the still air.
Whisps of smoke float
between the trees.
A transparent shadow
settles beside me,
with a tap on my shoulder,
a sigh in my ear.
With a wistful smile, I say,
“Goodbye, my love.
We’ll be together again soon.“
REST FOR THE WEARY
Source:travel-story
The morning sun peeks through
the canopy of trees.
The blanket of color
covers me with its leaves.
I’m sheltered with
soft petals of pink,
like velvet sheets
splattered with pink ink.
I give a contented sigh
as my eyes soon grow teary.
A bed among the petals
offers rest for the weary.
BLUE
Blue colors my vision
with perfect precision.
It coats the sky
as hawks fly by.
Color blankets the street
and each person you meet.
Blue mist fills the air
as shadows draw near.
The blue brings us close
to what we fear most.
TIME IS ON YOUR SIDE
Follow your dreams & fantasies
to Oasis, Florida,
where nothing is what it seems,
and time is on your side.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
A LIVING SCULPTURE
The beauty of nature.
It is a living and breathing
sculpture.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
MOONLIT FOREST
Walk with me
through the moonlit forest,
Our feet graze the blades of grass,
Held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
To a land where no man walks.
Only creatures dark as the sky
Dare to venture forth alone.
Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
Without fear from humanity,
As long as you belong to me.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step away from the burning plains,
Where the heat burns your flesh,
And love is hampered by the living.
Wolf extends his hand toward me,
Words flowing from him,
His lips never uttering a sound,
But his meaning is clear.
We can be together,
But the other has followed us.
He will try to take me back
And never relinquish his hold.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows his footsteps,
Scorching a trail through the grass,
Melting his enemy’s cold trail.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
Dueling until the end of time,
Fighting for me.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
THE ROAD TO NOWHERE
Let’s take the road to nowhere.
Anywhere but here.
Far, far away.
Somewhere else to stay.
WHERE HAVE THE TOURISTS GONE?
Where have the tourists gone?
They’re gone with
the setting sun
when The Dead
have their fun.
THE DEAD GAME
DREAMS COME TRUE
A place where dreams come true
and fantasies come to life.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
SUSANNE LEIST 