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.
SWEPT AWAY
Lights twinkle on the horizon.
A horizon tinted pink by the night.
I walk past the mosaic trimmed pool.
A trade wind follows me.
I’m being swept away.
By the view.
By the lights.
By the beauty.
A contented sigh drifts on the wind.
A road that’s not taken
is a road forsaken.
Do not turn your face
from the hectic race.
Follow the bright lights
and achieve great heights.
Do not hang your head in fear
for your time is now and here.
Take your place in the curving line
of others who won’t toe the line.
Rev up your engine and soar
with your foot pressed to the floor.
You have only one chance
in life to sing and dance.
Let this be your time
to not toe the line.
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
Pier 60 | ( by Claude Allaert )
SUMMER LIGHT
I want to enjoy the summer light.
It shines on the water clear and bright.
I smell the salt water in the air
as the sea breeze ruffles my long hair.
Happiness is a day at the beach.
It is what I so dearly beseech.
A day with no worries or fears.
No bad things to bring me to tears.
Dark & Stormy by mrjones131 on Flickr.
Grand Cayman
A sizzle lights up the night sky
Followed by thunder up so high.
The black clouds rumble in dismay,
Crumbling like figures of clay.
Red soon joins the purple light,
Gearing up for a loud fight.
The sea’s quiet below,
Keeping its head down low.
We are in for a charged night
As nature gears for a fight.
THE VICTIM
I step out from the restaurant
From where there had been light.
Now there is darkness,
A dark alley.
Dark shadows move and sway.
I can hear my own footsteps
Clicking on the cobblestones.
But there are other footsteps,
Following close behind me.
Too close.
Lights shimmer up ahead.
I run toward them.
Then I’m down.
Face to ground.
The lights go out.
e n e r g y
A fence for protection
To keep out the raging storm.
We will be safe and dry.
This has gone beyond the norm.
Faces raised in fury,
The waves reach a new height.
They attempt to break through.
They fight with all their might.
We will stay for the duration.
We refuse to flee our homes.
Out come the flashlights,
We’ve lost our lights and phones.
This storm won’t defeat us.
The next one won’t either.
We stick together as one
Until the day is won.
The hallway waits.
It beckons.
It calls to me.
Green lights the way.
Doors open and close.
Cries fill the air.
A coldness descends.
Then total silence.
I inch forward.
Step by painstaking step.
I peer into a room.
A bed in an empty room.
The next room holds a wheelchair.
It turns.
Empty.
A green light glows.
From the room ahead.
Sounds of voices.
I move closer.
Until I can see inside.
Surgery is being performed.
On a skeleton.
By smiling people.
People who fade in and out.
Ghosts.
Time for me to leave.
I’m on the bed.
The ghost are looking down.
At me.
Too late.
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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