Source: night-man.com
Let the colors splatter and merge.
No need to mourn the mess.
Magic flows from the artist’s hand.
Beauty to soothe one’s stress.
LET THE MAGIC FLOW
magic
A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN
A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN
A door sits in Oasis, Florida.
It waits to be opened.
Step over the threshold.
You may step into a dream
of floating stars and planets,
or into your worst nightmare
of demons and the walking dead.
Be careful where you step.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
WHO BELIEVES IN MAGIC?
Mountain Goat by nigel3
Who believes in magic?
Fairies?
Unicorns?
They are part of our dreams.
Here’s to fairy dust, wizards, and vampires.
Witches, demons, and monsters.
Without them,
there would be no dreams
or nightmares.
A MAGICAL NIGHT
A MAGICAL NIGHT
It is a magical night for a party.
Beautiful couples dance
between the glass statues.
Fancy gowns draped
on perfect bodies.
The party at the glasshouse is perfect.
Maybe a little too perfect.
THE DEAD GAME
DANCE WITH ME
Dance with me until the moon hides its face,
and the sun attempts to quicken the pace.
From the sunlight vampires turn their face,
and dancers twirl to the light’s frenzied pace.
THE DEAD GAME
WE OPEN AT SUNSET
The sun lowers its head in the darkening sky.
A young man pedals his bicycle.
He parks beneath the striped awning,
rushing to his wilting plants.
He brings them into the store.
I cross the street and peek into the window.
The man tends to the leaves with a mister.
He arranges them on a table beneath the window.
The plants straighten their stems.
Their leaves spread wide to hold each other’s hands.
The man steps back with a grin on his face.
Our eyes meet through the glass.
He holds my gaze before turning away.
He’s seen me.
The handsome man moves closer to the door.
His eyes seek mine.
I hold my breath.
A slow smile crosses his face,
dimpling his cheeks beneath sculpted cheekbones.
He waves for me to enter.
I open the glass door as the bell chimes.
The fragrant scent of flowers rises to my nose.
I stand beside the tall man.
Together, we watch the plants as they stretch their stems
toward the rays streaming through the window.
I whisper, “Why do you wait a whole day to water them?”
He faces me.
“This is the way,” he says.
I scrunch my nose. “What way?”
He smiles.
His dimples reappear.
“The way of the prior owner
who told me to water them at sunset.”
“What would happen if you forgot?” I ask.
He stares through the window.
“These are special plants that must be watered,”
he replies,
“the same time every day or else they die.”
“Amazing,” I murmur.
The plants glisten in the orange glow
from the sun before it retreats to bed.
The plants drop their hands.
“What happens now?” I ask.
He smiles.
“They go to sleep.”
“Sweet.”
His dark blue gaze falls on me.
“Would you like to accompany me to dinner this evening?”
My heart pounds.
“Will you tell me about the plants?” I ask.
His dimples deepen.
“Of course. And we can even share our names.”
I giggle.
“That’s right. I don’t know yours.”
“But I know yours, Amy.”
“How?”
He takes my hand,
placing it in the crook of his arm.
“All will be explained.”
DREAM A LITTLE DREAM
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.
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
Source: axew
Reach for the fantasy.
Your dreams come to life.
Open your hearts and minds.
Stars will sprinkle their magic dust.
