WRITE ME A MELODY

piano

Sing me a song.

Write me a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

Until I hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway​ places

And times that are long gone.

I close my eyes.

I can still hear your words.

I can see your fingers

Stroking the black and white.

Your words have taken flight.

They reverberate through time.

They have left your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

​To wipe away my empty tears.

TOUCH ME

 

 

Give me your hand.

Let me touch your fingers.

Feel the softness.

Revel in its texture.

I’ve been alone too long.

Not feeling a human’s touch.

A human’s warmth.

I’m cold to the touch.

But a fire burns inside.

Come to me.

Touch me.

THE DEAD GAME

BLACKNESS

 

 

Blackness beckons.

Floating in green.

Cocooned in coldness.

Fingers grab me.

Teeth rip at me.

Fish beside me.

THE DEAD  below me.

A cold hell for me.

THE DEAD GAME

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ATTACK OF THE TREES

</p> <p>The Dark Hedges (Northern Ireland) by Maximilian Pilz </p> <p>Let’s take a walk through the trees.<br /> The sun is still shining.<br /> We go deeper into the forest.<br /> The trees begin to bend over, little by little.<br /> How could this be happening?<br /> The limbs are reaching down to us,<br /> Trying to grab us.<br /> Like fingers, reaching for us.<br /> Let’s make a run for it. Now!<br />

The Dark Hedges (Northern Ireland) by Maximilian Pilz

Let’s take a walk through the trees.

The sun is still shining.

We go deeper into the forest.

The trees begin to bend over, little by little.

How could this be happening?

The limbs are reaching down to us,

Trying to grab us.

Like fingers, reaching for us.

Let’s make a run for it. Now!