COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE
Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.
Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.
Rise.
Rise with the wind.
Rise for the night.
Rise for the town.
Rise for us.
Rise.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
He lights my fire
to take me higher.
The town’s on fire,
set by the sire.
He comes tonight
for the big fight.
He comes for me
from the dark sea.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
The sun will shine again.
You will stroll with a friend.
Colorful flowers will take bloom.
Normality will be back soon.
The stars shine each night
to ease our combined fright.
They wait for us to shine.
So, please do not pine.
We’ll make it through this hell
to ring the nightly bell.
I walk across the rocks,
Lift my face to the sunshine,
Dip my toes in the cold water.
I’m ready.
Gates of the Arctic National Park, AK, 11:07PM [OC] [3072×2304]
Grass sways in the wind.
Swaying in unison.
To a melody.
Of their own.
Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
© Doug Hickok All Rights Reserved
It is here.
A force to be reckoned.
It grows by the second,
thrashing under the bridge,
leaving death in its wake.
Leave me be.
My dying wish isn’t
to be consumed by the sea.
Waves hit the rocks
with frozen blocks.
They plow through the sand,
sharp claws in their hand.
They ravage the shore,
coming back for more.
A battle with no end.
A force we cannot bend.
