I see him in my mind’s eye.
He is dead, and so am I.
He floats alone in the ocean.
I have taken the dark potion.
His body slowly drifts near,
A countenance without fear.
I long to touch his face,
Not of the human race.
My spirit glides free.
And soon, so shall he.
The sparkle of the depths below
Tempts me more than you can know.
Are you beneath the sea?
I need you here with me.
Time has slowed to a stop.
A fin hits the water with a plop.
A flash of an arm beckons me.
A siren’s call freezes me.
I bend closer to the water’s edge.
Ready to make my lover a pledge.
I find myself falling into the cold.
I am soon lost in his tight hold.
I close my eyes and give up my fight.
For I’m free to roam the earth tonight.
what we feel in our hearts.
As the day comes to an end,
we must face the night.
Turn not your face away.
Dare not take a step back.
Bear the brunt of the red moon
as it burns through your empty soul.
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 Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
© Doug Hickok All Rights Reserved
How can it be here,
my ultimate fear?
A force to be reckoned,
Growing by the second.
Thrashing waves at the shore,
I can’t take it anymore.
My dying wish can’t be
to be consumed by the sea.
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I’ve fallen
to the depths
of my despair.
I must rest and
replenish my spirit,
revitalize my soul.
I will stand,
climb once more,
try to resume my life.
But first, I must sleep.
A heart-shaped pool
to break my fall.
A cold wetness
to entomb me.
Depths to reach
beneath the surface.
I am falling.
No one to catch me.
But cold wetness.
Purple sprays my face.
Orange blinds my eyes.
Ice coats my toes.
Salt whips my hair.
I shut my eyes and walk.
My heels dig into the wet sand.
I move deeper into the water.
Waves attack my shivering body.
I waver for a moment.
Then I continue my journey.
I slit my eyes open.
The sky burns red.
The sun has lowered its face.
I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.
Time to return to the shore.
Or not.
I continue to walk.
Water surrounds me.
Icy water.
I’m pulled deeper.
Waves drag me
from the shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
My head above the water,
I will survive.
FORCE OF NATURE
No greater force.
No remorse.
No stopping.
Not by a mountain
Nor by man.
:
Alice Svane
The darkness approaches.
It encroaches.
We’re cocooned in its shell.
Hidden in its depths.
Lost in its silence.
I will close my shutters.
Shut my windows.
But it still enters.
SUSANNE LEIST 