Source: aqua-regia009
Seek, and you shall find
what the mind may hide.
Follow the soft sighs
to where the bird flies.
Dig deeper into your dream
as you float with the stream.
Time will never end
nor will it ever bend.
Enjoy the here and now
as I give my last bow.
Take me away from a world without color,
A world where life is dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
Where rainbows can frolic and play.
The sun’s rays shimmer off the water,
Leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow
To a new land where to lay my head.
I fly through the rolling waves,
Touching down on a spot of land.
I am lifted by arms of fountains
And laid to rest on the pink sand.
Turtles scurry away from my hand.
Birds fly around as they have fun.
The waves recede in their farewell dance,
Leaving me alone in the sun.
Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore
The hut of branches in the tree.
I must see if there is more.
The steps are pretty steep.
I climb and step inside.
The room is small and dark.
Who knows what it may hide?
I hear footsteps from the room beyond.
They’re coming closer to where I hide.
It’s too late to run for the door.
I must face whoever is inside.
A man saunters into the room,
Candles and two places set.
He throws me a big grin
As if I am his prized pet.
We both wait in silence.
He slowly moves toward me.
“I hope you like my surprise.”
I feel as cold as can be.
I don’t like surprises.
Especially from him.
He keeps me at arms-length,
Not letting me in.
I lower my eyes
From the fire in his eyes.
They’re consuming me alive.
I am burning from his lies.
He makes an abrupt movement
And strides across the room.
He kisses me with great passion
Under the blood red moon.
The circle of life.
We may fall,
but we’ll rise again
from the dust.
Life continues.
A never-ending circle.
In the quaint section of Disney World,
paved with cobblestones & dreams,
The Club waits for you.
Open the door to a new world,
where the living mingles with the undead.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Darkness enters my room
in shades of midnight blue.
It breathes its cold breath
on my warm, sleeping face.
It wakes me from a dream
of blue cascading waves.
Instead, I am faced with the dark
and a hollow feeling inside.
Who opened my window?
Who let in the dark?
Japanese Gardens – Portland, OR
The stream flows
across rocks,
reflecting the sun’s rays
along its smooth surface.
Follow the blue lights downstream.
Dip your toes into the cold splendor.
Life can be perfect.
PERSEVERANCE
We suffer illnesses and deaths.
We fight to survive.
Why?
Why does a flower bloom
during an early frost?
Hope.
Hope for warmer days ahead.
We hope for better times.
Hope keeps us alive and warm.
Someone watches me from the water.
A head bobs in the shallow waves.
Yellow eyes sparkle in the sunlight.
A man rises from the waves.
A man in a wet suit.
The yellow spots must have been
a reflection from the sun.
Ouch.
I’m shot.
He shot me with a spear gun.
Too late.
I’m falling.
Will I wake to find
it had been a bad dream?
I hope so.
RED LACE
I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
The rays of sunshine warm my head.
Take me to the bright light that shimmers
in the far reaches of the forest.
I lay my head on a thick bed of grass.
A blanket of flowers for my cover.
Sleeps takes me away from here
to a place where there’s no fear.
I fly above the branches
and gaze at my sleeping form.
Contentment relaxes my face.
My eyelids flicker in my dream.
Too soon it will be night,
bringing the dark and cold.
I must return tomorrow
to see how my dream unfolds.
SUSANNE LEIST 