Follow The Lights

 

Follow The Lights to “THE DEAD GAME”
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 with 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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DREAM ON

 

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

Dream a little dream.
An orange sun
Setting over the ocean.
A jagged cliff
Showcasing a lighthouse.
A light casting its glow,
While waiting for a ship.
Waves lapping at the rocks,
Trying to climb the steep fortress.
Clouds rolling in over the mountain,
Attempting to hide the light.
The red ball slowly falling,
Losing some of its fire.
A ship appearing in the distance,
Seeking the lone light.
The light blinking in sequence, 
A lighthouse’s signal.
Dream on.

 

ELECTRIC SIZZLE

 

 

Lightning hits the water

with long fingers so fine.

It glistens in the sky

with its curvaceous spine.

Sizzle goes the sound,

electric in the air.

It crisscrosses the sky

with its own savoir-faire.

 

THE SEARCH

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THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,

Light shining from a great height,

A search until morning light.

We hold strong with all our might

That we find what we’re searching for,

Before night ends and shuts the door.

We need to find her before it’s too late.

We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.

A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.

It must be her alone in the park.

The light shines on her pretty face.

She sees us and picks up her pace.

She is crying and laughing at the same time.

A perfect ending to this story of mine.

 

LIGHTNING STRIKES

I was in a deep, deep sleep.
Didn’t hear a single peep.
Until lightning strikes lit up the sky.
Followed by thunder claps turned on high.
The winds uprooted the trees.
Bringing them down to their knees.
What has happened to our poor, little town?
The ocean waves have turned from blue to brown.
Dark shadows are moving in from the shore.
I don’t know what else The Dead have in store.

THE DEAD GAME
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THE WEEPING WOMAN

 

The lights turn on in the room so dark.

We came here for a dare and a lark.

The rooms are deserted and cold.

Ghosts would be present we were told.

All we see are dust and deserted rooms.

No one has lived here in so many moons.

The quiet is unnerving and thick.

Time for us to leave this scene real quick.

Something doesn’t feel right.

We must turn and take flight.

Before the noise from above

Thinks we are her lost love.

The weeping woman is coming near.

She dances and chuckles at our fear.

The doors and windows are locking.

Our escape the ghost is blocking.

LIGHT UP THE WORLD

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Wiggle.

Shake.

Whirl.

Life is good.

Life is beautiful.

In so many ways.

With so many colors.

Purple.

Blue.

Fuchsia.

Do a little dance.

Shake your rainbow.

Light up the world.

HOT BALL OF YELLOW

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A hot ball of yellow

sets over a palette

of grey and blue.

Cries of laughter float

through a park of green

dotted with bushes of red.

Rainbow-colored homes

behind white picket fences

hold hands in the waning light.

A perfect place.

For daydreaming.

For wishes.

For The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

RAIN DROPS

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RAIN DROPS

The rain drops sprinkle so bright.

I close my eyes this dark night.

I can see the twinkling light.

As I keep my eyes closed tight.

COLORS, LIGHTS, ACTION

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COLORS, LIGHTS, ACTION

A more perfect picture there cannot be.

Bright colors as far as the eye could see.

Blue, yellow, red, orange, purple and green.

A frame is needed for this gorgeous scene.

If I could walk into this masterpiece,

I’d  be rejuvenated and at peace.