WRITE ME A MELODY

piano

Sing me a song.

Write me a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

Until I hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway​ places

And times that are long gone.

I close my eyes.

I can still hear your words.

I can see your fingers

Stroking the black and white.

Your words have taken flight.

They reverberate through time.

They have left your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

​To wipe away my empty tears.

LOST IN A STORM

Dark are the nights

The storm approaches the shore.

Dampness fills the air.

Mist sprays against my face.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

Flashes light the darkening sky.

Yes, I can feel it.​

It’s almost here.

Will I lose myself to it?

Will it bring me down to its depths?

I spread my arms wide.

Lift my head up high.

And let myself fall.

Arms pull me under.

Lips reach for mine.

I’m lost for eternity.

Lost to the rushing wind.

Held prisoner of the ultimate despair.

Partner in pain and sorrow.

The choice is made and done.

I float away with my dear one.

Together we will forge a path

Through darkness and hell

To the heavenly place beyond.

TO DIE ALONE

To die alone is all I want,
To be free from the monster within.
Nature may have its tantrum,
But I refuse to yield to its master.

“Hell hath no fury like a women scorned,”
But hell has never met a woman scorned.
I will not surrender to the mighty winds,
Nor to the sleet and rain or even the snow.

I stand as strong and alone as the tree.
It has remained strong for generations,
Withstanding all the elements.
No one will take away our thunder.

The clouds dance around in their fury.
The rain falls as sharp pellets to the ground.
The winds whip around us in a rain dance.
But we stand strong against them all.

I can feel his presence.
I can feel his eyes watching me.
I will not be tempted or swayed
By his touch or his beauty.

Wolf alights upon the lone tree,
Lifting his head back to give a mighty roar.
I turn my face from his massive body,
I don’t want to fall into his trance.

He leaps to the ground to stand before me
In all his beauty and shining glory.
All who see him succumb to his charms
And fall prey to his whims.

Not me.
I alone refuse to give in.
I love another who is kind and giving,
Who is not a monster but a man.

He crushes his body against mine.
He envelopes me with his fresh scent.
I’m cushioned by his muscular chest and arms.
It would so easy to give in to this man.

No! He isn’t man but beast.
A vampire who plays games with human lives,
Who kills for the thrill of it.
I must fight to stay free.

Wolf holds me closer.
His lips move against mine.
I am losing myself to his touch.
Falling in thrall to his beauty.

 

THE DEAD GAME

BLACK AS NIGHT

 

Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.

His eyes shine bright.
He sees me and more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumple in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.

He has no footsteps.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
His fingers brush my face.

He has me in his arms.
We take fight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in this game.

I close my eyes in defeat.
Wolf has won yet again.
His cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME