DARKNESS MY ONLY FRIEND

 

A moonlit garden.

Rose bushes follow

the meandering paths.

Wind rustles the leaves

of the towering oak trees.

The guests are inside.

Dancing to the music.

Twirling around the dance floor.

Darkness is my friend.

It waits in the shadows.

I walk farther from the house.

A cry breaks through the silence.

I look up.

A clearing ahead

holds statues.

One is bent over.

Crying.

Tears falling on white stone.

She lifts her head.

Darkness descends at last.

THE DEAD GAME

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GARDEN OF DELIGHT

 

A garden of delight for me.

In colors of the deep blue sea.

In my mind’s eye I can see.

Myself falling into thee.

In the shade of the plum tree

I’lll wait and you’ll come to me.

We’ll fly away to be free.

To the waves of the blue sea.

 

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A GARDEN FOR THE DEAD

Frozen in place.
Dripping tears for centuries.
Memories of a life-time.
Praying for salvation.
A frown for eternity.
One of many.
A garden for The Dead.

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

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FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass.

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the pretty flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.

Eyes are following us in the room.

They will be upon us all too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath they are just bones and hair.

THE DEAD GAME
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LOST IN OASIS

Killer Daisies

The cold cuts through me.
My nightgown thin protection.
The dark my sworn enemy.
How am I here?
On the ground of the estate,
roaming the night. 

Tall flowers looming in front of me.
Silly grins on their dark faces.
Reaching for me with stick arms.
Still and silent at day.
Stalkers by night.

Let me go.
Back to my warm bed.
To the time before nightmares.
To the time before The Dead.

I want to dream of parties.
Picnics by the shore.
A sun-drenched paradise of white sand.
A safe haven for residents.

What has happened to my safe haven?
The dark has taken over my poor town.
No more parties.
No more picnics.
Only deadly games.

Check and mate.
The Dead are here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME

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DEAR STATUE

DEAR STATUE

So alive.

I could hear you breathing.

Is that a moan?

Maybe it was the wind.

Is that a rustle of clothing?

Maybe someone else is in the garden.

Is that a sigh?

I heard a sigh.

Are you tired of standing still?

Is that a tear on your cheek?

Your eyes look sad.

Reflecting a remorse so deep

that I can feel it.

What else do I feel?

A whisper of breath on my face.

Are you breathing, dear one?

Are you alive beneath the stone?

Raise your head.

Look me in the eye.

It’s time to be free.

Let your soul be free

and soar above on your wings.

Take flight, dear one.

Take flight.

DUST IN THE WIND

To be alone.

Under a tree.

In a garden.

No people.

No sounds.

Only the birds chirping.

The smell of the grass.

The heat of the sun.

What is that sound?

Oh, the wind rustling the leaves.

How beautiful.

How relaxing.

How perfect.

Oh no.

I hear more sounds.

It’s turning dark.

The sun has retreated.

Someone is coming.

I can’t see who it is.

It can’t be.

I’m dust in the wind.

OPEN DOOR

Walk through the doorway.<br /> It can take you to wonderful places.<br /> Magical places where the world is peaceful.<br /> Gardens that are green with grass and<br /> colorful from displays of flowers.<br /> Maybe a gazebo with a trellis of roses.<br /> It can be anything you want it to be.<br /> You just have to imagine it.

Walk through the doorway.

It can take you to wonderful places.

Magical places where the world is peaceful.

Gardens that are green with grass and

colorful from displays of flowers.

Maybe a gazebo with a trellis of roses.

It can be anything you want it to be.

You just have to imagine it.

THE WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS

THE WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS<br /> This would make a nice story.<br /> Each night a woman appears.<br /> She floats across the dimly lit garden.<br /> No one knows where she came from<br /> or who she’s looking for.<br /> I look out my window<br /> and see her every night.<br /> One night she doesn’t appear.<br /> Did she find what she was looking for?<br /> Did she find her true love?<br /> I will never know but I still wait for her.

THE WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS

This would make a nice story.

Each night a woman appears.

She floats across the dimly lit garden.

No one knows where she came from

or who she’s looking for.

I look out my window

and see her every night.

One night she doesn’t appear.

Did she find what she was looking for?

Did she find her true love?

I will never know but I still wait for her.