Floating in the dark of night
After the birds take flight.
Out in the sea, I drift alone,
Where no one else dares to roam.
Tears fall upon my face
As they step up their pace.
Flooded with grief and despair.
I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.
I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.
He’s walked out of the proverbial door.
I am free to drift with the night or
Visit the depths of the ocean floor.
No one searches for me.
I take a step, I’m free.
A bit of fluttering
tickles your fingers.
Antennas search for sound
as wings take flight.
It leaves too soon
on the puff of a breeze.
For one precious moment,
you hold life in your hand.
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
Lift your burning eyes to the sky
to the creatures who dare to fly.
THE DEAD GAME