THE LONE ECHO

 

 

THE STAIRCASE

 

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I  hear children’s voices

as they dash to their classes.

I hear their shouts

as they run to the basement for lunch.

I can’t see their faces

but only hear their voices.

All I can see is the empty staircase,

the lone echo of my childhood.

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THE ROAD TO OASIS

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Take the road to Oasis.
A bright and sunny road
Filled with wishes and dreams.
No worries or despairs.

The Oasis Hotel waits with open arms.
High archways invite sea breezes.
Tourists lounge by the pool. 
No worries or despairs.

Until night falls.
Dark shadows appear on the streets
And on the white-sanded beach.
No worries or despairs.

No worries or despairs
For those who take care.
Death for those who do not.

THE DEAD GAME

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SERENITY

WHY DO WE WRITE?

CASTLES

 

CASTLE IN THE SKY

The castle in the sky,
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
I so want to be there
and let down my long hair.
Water flowing by my feet,
such a miraculous feat.
A violin waiting at my feet, 
but I only want to go to sleep.
I must go on for now.
I just do not know how.
The waves look too strong,
But I could be wrong.
The water is parting for me.
I will walk through the raging sea.
The castle in the sky.
Oh, my, oh my.

A DREAM

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Water in waves of blue and green.

Nothing can be so clear and clean.

Sunshine beating down on my head.

I have made the soft sand my bed.

Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.

I can feel the breeze in my hair.

A place like this must exist.

A dream like this I can’t resist.

THE WASHING MACHINE

 

 

I’m having a bad dream,

no, maybe a nightmare,

of a washing machine.

 

It wakes me up at night.

It rumbles and whispers.

I hope it won’t take flight.

 

It’s moving and grooving

to a beat of its own,

that is far from soothing.

 

It’s a horrible sight.

A machine set to hard.

It’s ready for a fight.

 

I scream into my pillow.

“My clothing is all too clean,”

then I weep like a willow.

SILENT MUSIC OF THE NIGHT

THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT Sparkle. Sparkle. Shine. Sway back and forth. To the silent music. The music of the night. Asleep. Come what may. Drifting. Dreaming. Fantasy after fantasy. Let the dark cover all. Let it become part of you. Join in to the...

 

Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Shine.
Sway back and forth.
To the silent music.
The music of the night.

Fall asleep.
Come what may.
Drifting.
Dreaming.
Fantasy after fantasy.

Let the dark cover all.
Let it become part of you.
Join in with the music.
The deep silence.
The music of the night.

Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Shine.
Sway back and forth.
To the silent music.
The music of the night.

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

Feel the wind in your hair.

Raise your arms in the air.

Sway in the dark.

Alone in the park.

Dance in the night.

It will give you light.

Dance with the moon.

The sun will rise soon.

Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.

Mother nature is your friend.