“You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me”
PREY FOR THE DEAD
lovers
SING ME A SONG
SING ME A SONG
Sing me a song.
Write a melody
Of times gone by
And moments lost in time.
Stroke the keys.
Massage the ivories.
Raise your voice high
So I can hear your words.
Words of hope and loss.
Sing them loud and clear.
Stories of faraway places
And times that are gone.
I close my eyes.
I can hear your words.
I see your fingers
Stroking the keys.
The words take flight.
They reverberate through time.
They leave your lips
To land on mine.
A sweet melody
To soothe my advancing years.
A pretty song
To fill my empty heart.
A LOVE PECK
Shadows surround me.
Footsteps behind me.
Hands circle my neck.
Is that a love peck?
He takes my blood.
I fall in a red flood.
Will I belong to him?
He watches with a grin.
I’ve become a nightwalker,
a present from my stalker.
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LOST IN THE STORM
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The storm approaches the shore.
Dampness coats the air.
Mist sprays against my face.
Strands of hair fly in the wind.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
I feel it.
It’s almost here.
Will I lose myself to it?
Let it take me to its depths.
I spread my arms,
Lift my head high.
I let myself fall.
Arms pull me under.
Lips reach for mine.
I’m lost for eternity,
Lost to the rushing wind,
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 a heavenly place beyond.
I REACH FOR YOU
I reach for you.
I can’t touch you.
You are gone.
I must accept this.
There’s no coming back.
No second chances.
MY SWEET LOVE
Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.
Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.
FAREWELL
Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train is on the track.
I don’t have time to pack.
So sad to leave today,
But what is there to say?
Goodbye my dear for now
As I take my last bow.
