I LONG TO TOUCH HIS FACE

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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.

SIREN’S CALL

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.

BLOOD MOON

 

Blood Moon

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Red reflects on the water

 

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.

IT IS HERE


 

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.

I WALK

 

 

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.