FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

 

halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

 

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 flow until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.

 

Stares follow us in the room.

They’ll be upon us too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath, they are just bones and hair.

 

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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MEMORIES

 

Crystal chandelier of mine.

I love your sparkle and shine.

You bring back memories long gone

when life hadn’t been so far gone.

Remember the parties we used to host?

Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.

Music and laughter were the rules of the day.

But now all that is left are the bills to pay.

A PINK DELIGHT

 

Pink flowers to fill my day.

Petals fall in the soft light.

Ready to come out and play,

A soothing and pretty sight.

 

A shady path for dreams

For the hot days and warm nights.

Pink fills the lakes and streams,

A toast to spring’s delights.

UNWANTED FOOTSTEPS

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Silence sweeps the streets clean.

No voices to mark the white surface.

A cold wind brushes away

prints of unwanted footsteps.

Lights in the distance

warn us of inhabitants.

Ignore those earthly reminders

of noise and commotion.

Instead, enjoy the serenity

nature presents to us.

WILL MY WISHES COME TRUE?

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I gaze at the night sky

at the bright lights so high.

Will my wishes come true?

Will I ever see you?

 

You appear in my dreams each night.

I yearn to have you in my sight.

I haven’t seen you for years.

But you’re always in my tears.

 

Would we have had a good life,

one without sadness and strife?

I won’t be able to ask you this.

I won’t be rewarded with this bliss.

 

I must be content with my dreams

as my life crumbles at the seams.

I keep my memories close inside.

Of my love, I have no need to hide.

STARRY NIGHT

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Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh.

The night walks on tiptoes,

not wanting to wake the sleeping.

The water shimmers in silence

beneath the starry sky.

In the distance, lights flicker

from boats and buildings.

We walk the shore

in the hazy mist of lights.

Lights to comfort the weary

who can’t lay their heads to sleep.

We will walk until the dark blue

turns orange and yellow with sunrise.

Until the streets fill with others

on their way to begin their day.

Gone is the starry night

where silence hides hideous sins.

Time to retreat until the starry night

returns once more.

THE STARS TWINKLE

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The stars twinkle.

The moon shines.

The waves reflect.

And so do I.

DANCE BENEATH THE LIGHTS

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Dance beneath the bright lights,

Past the lifelike statues,

Figures entombed in glass,

As the dance floor grows bigger.

The music quickens its beat.

Couples twirl in circles.

The clock strikes midnight.

Let the games begin.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

 

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 flow until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.

 

Stares 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

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

RED

 

 

The road ahead is wet and slippery.

I follow the red, blinking lights.

My eyelids hang heavy.

My yawns grow wider.

The lights blur together

forming a raging fire.

It fills my windshield.

I sit forward in the red halo.

I must stay awake.