PLAY ME A SONG

harp

“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).

Play me a song.

Don’t get me wrong.

I love your singing voice,

But the harp is my choice.

The music soothes my sad soul

From the day taking its toll.

I need the music today.

Please, sit for me and play.

WELCOME THE NIGHT

Welcome the night
And its good friend, the moon.
Do not take flight
From the man in the moon.

Let the moon take over

From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without severe pain.

A thick blanket will fall,

Giving the earth security.
Darkness will cover all
With its fine grace and purity.

For the sun, no need to pine.

Don’t waste precious time mourning.

The stars will twinkle and shine.

The sun will rise come morning.

AN ISLAND ESCAPE

An Island Escape

Take me from a world without color,
where life can be dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
where rainbows frolic and play.

The sun’s rays shimmer on 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
.

Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore.
I see a hut of branches.
I must see if there is more
.

I walk across the pale pink sand
to the small hut and step inside.
The room is dark, without windows.
I check to see what it may hide.

A man saunters into the room.
At the table, places are set.
He turns to me with a huge grin,
as if I am his new prized pet
.

He makes an abrupt movement
and strides across the dark room.
He kisses me with cold passion
under the blood-red moon.

I swam across the ocean

to find a new shore.

But here I am again

in his arms once more.

THE HALLWAY

Green Hallway

The hallway awaits.

It beckons.

It calls.

Doors line either side.

Shrill cries fill the air.

Cold creeps into my bones.

Then silence descends.

peek into the first room.

Empty wheelchairs face me.

Except for one.

It turns, rolls to me,

then stops.

I freeze.

The lights flash.

A table appears at the far wall.

A bright surgical light hangs above.

The men in white coats face me.

I open my mouth to scream.

I’m strapped to the table.

The men in white peer at me.

A drill whirls next to my ear.

I struggle against the thick straps.

The room goes black.

MOONLIT FOREST

Walk with me through the moonlit forest.

Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,

Never touching the ground,

Held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night

To a land where no man walks.

Only creatures as dark as the sky

Dare to venture forth alone.

Love has no bounds or shackles.

We will be free to display our passion,

Without retribution from humanity,

As long as you remain mine.

Come with me, my ice princess.

Step award from the burning plains,

Where the heat burns your soles,

And love is hampered by the living.

Wolf extends his hand to me.

The words flow from him,

His lips never uttering a sound,

But his meaning is as clear as can be.

We can be together forevermore.

But the other has followed us to the clearing.

He will try to take me back,

And never release his hold.

His eyes burn red with passion.

Fire follows his footsteps,

Scorching a trail through the grass,

Melting his enemy’s cold trail.

They face each other.

Hot and cold from opposite poles,

Dueling until the end of time,

Both fighting for me.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

REST FOR THE WEARY

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The morning sun peeks through

the canopy of trees.

The blanket of color

covers me with its leaves.

I’m sheltered with

soft petals of pink,

like velvet sheets

splattered with pink ink.

I give a contented sigh

as my eyes soon grow teary.

A bed among the petals

offers rest for the weary.

UNTIL THE NIGHT

Take the road to the Oasis Hotel,

Lined with trees shedding their pink petals.

A bright and sunny road

Filled with wishes & dreams.

No worries or despairs

Until the night.

PREY FOR THE DEAD