A PERFECT OASIS

 

 

A perfect oasis where dreams come true.

Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.

Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.

Where dark shadows leave no footprints.

And tourists remain innocent no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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MIDNIGHT BLUE

 

 

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 green & blue cascading waves.

I am now faced with a dark

and hollow feeling inside.

Who opened my window?

Who let in the dark?

FOOTSTEPS IN THE SAND

 

I sink with each step
closer to the blue.
The waves tease and spray
and prompt me to play.

But my world is dark and bleak,
and I cannot fall asleep.
I gaze through my window
to the snow-laden bough. 

I sigh and shut my eyes tight,
seeking paradise this night.
I get sleepy and go back in time
to the sand and the footsteps of mine.