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.
Say a prayer for me.
A casualty of war.
A casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
In pieces.
No more music.
Silent forever.
Say a prayer for me.
I drift alone in my boat
On the sea of many colors.
A mirror to the pastel sky,
To what resides so high.
The moon peeking from above,
Caressing me like a soft glove.
As I drift along in my boat
On the sea of many colors.
Each one of us is an island.
Drifting in the ocean,
picking up debris along the way.
The debris of life and experiences.
Some of us become lush islands,
welcoming and self-sufficient.
Others build walls around themselves,
becoming lost and finally deserted.
Which type of island are you?
Texas Bluebonnets Beautiful gorgeous pretty flowers
Walking in a field of Bluebonnets.
Everything is blue.
And blurry.
Blue everywhere.
Filling my nostrils
with their sweet fragrance.
Starting to feel drowsy.
Sleepy.
Eyelids growing heavy.
Maybe I’ll lie down for awhile.
Not so comfortable.
Stems are pointy.
But I’m still drifting away.
Somewhere over the rainbow…
SUSANNE LEIST 