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 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.
The moon shines.
The waves reflect.
And so do I.
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
Nook
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
Nook
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.
The bright lights of a city.
The excitement.
The noise.
It entices you.
It takes you on a ride.
Holiday time like no other.
Light the way.
