Dream a little dream for me.
Soar to the clouds and
Join your colorful friends.
Spread a little fairy dust.
Follow your dreams
To far away lands.
Dream a little dream for me.
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Tag Archives: magic
A DEAD MAN’S DREAMS
Walk through the gates.
A palace awaits.
Deserted it may be,
nothing is free.
The marble floors sparkle with light
through rooms of magic & delight.
Rooms furnished from the past
come alive as we walk past.
A dead man’s dreams of hope,
a man with no life or scope.
Only in darkness, he may survive.
Too bad he’s dead & not alive.
He waits for the end of time
in a house built on a rhyme.
THE DEAD GAME
PICTURE PERFECT
Perfect lines cast in the sand.
Left behind by waves
caressing the shore.
Temporary footsteps.
Like magic?
No, like nature.
MAGIC DUST
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Reach for the fantasy.
Your dreams come to life.
Open your hearts and minds.
Stars will sprinkle their magic dust.
MAGIC
Suburban witch
MAGIC
The new spring blooms colors.
But who even bothers
to breathe the sweet air?
I don’t have a care.
My car fails to start,
a walk in the park.
I raise my small hand.
Gone is the quicksand.
I race down the hill,
a heavenly thrill.
Shocked faces turn to me.
Only houses I see.
FIRES OF HELL
FIRES OF HELL
A hot sight to see.
Now part of the sea.
Gone the lush paradise
By a toss of the dice.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
MAGIC
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It governs our lives.
It sets our course
On the paths, we follow.
Igniting our colors
And forming our creations.
Like words in a book
And brush strokes on an easel.
It gives us life
In multi-color.
What is it for you?
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
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The house sits alone.
Night after night.
Ghosts in its walls.
Demons below its floors.
It waits for the night.
When the moon bleeds red.
Nature becomes silent.
And shadows walk tall.
Lights shine through its windows.
Sounds creep up from its basement.
We’ve come to play.
In The Dead of night.
THE DEAD GAME
THE TREE
The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the sun.
Its leaves glow in the waning afternoon light.
Soon the sun will leave yellow trails
around the tree’s massive trunk
as it sets for the day.
The shadows grow longer.
The colors become dimmer.
The sun bows its head goodbye.
Looming shadows signal the next stage.
The glow of the moon takes centerstage.
The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the rising moon.
ONLY HOUSES I SEE
The new spring blooms colors.
But who even bothers
to breathe the sweet air?
I don’t have a care.
My car fails to start,
a walk in the park.
I raise my small hand.
Gone is the quicksand.
It races down the hill,
the most heavenly thrill.
Shocked faces turn to me.
Only houses I see.
