I stroll through the fallen leaves,
a translucent green beneath my feet.
Red branches bring me shade,
protecting me from the harsh sun.
I walk alone through the silent forest,
no one to bring me pain or sorrow.
Alone is what I desire most
as I follow my path so narrow.
Take the night to the limit.
The road to its end.
The sun to its setting.
Life to its climax.
Leaving no stone unturned.
No drama left undone.
No sentence left unsaid.
Take the night to the limit.
Let’s take the road to nowhere.
Anywhere but here.
Far, far away.
Somewhere else to stay.
The end of the journey
where the sea runs red,
the nights grow long,
dark shadows roam free,
and The Dead come to play.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
WALK ALONE
We walk alone.
We may ask for help,
but no one understands our grief.
No one carries our problems.
This is a journey
we must do alone.
Fill the pages with
words and stories.
Fill our lives with
people and events.
Stories to tell our children.
Words to light our journey.
Life is short and precious.
It is our right to fill in the pages.
NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
This is not the yellow brick road
leading to fantasies.
This is the road
determined by your choices.
You must chart its course
and deal with the twists and turns.
A ride of a lifetime
to be dealt with wisely.
I reach for it.
I clench my fist.
But I can’t grasp it.
It flows through my fingers,
continuing its journey.
Nothing can stop it.
Nothing can hold it.
I drop my hand,
and bow my head to it.
Ice Fire
Cold.
Icy cold.
My toes feel numb.
My fingers tingle.
The wind howls.
Sleep tempts me.
But I must continue.
The view waits for me.
A few more steps.
Silence wraps its arms around me.
I raise my face to the sky.
The colors take my breath away.
We’re moving faster.
We’re getting closer.
It waits
Patiently.
We can’t stop.
We have no control.
When the time comes,
We must be ready.
