Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan
The mighty will fall
that had risen tall.
Melting to the sea
where no one can see
the majesty of your height
or the last breath of your fight.
Please do not leave us now.
Don’t take your final bow.
The earth is a sadder place
without your glowing, white face.
Michail Satarov, Towards the Light.
The candle flickers.
It melts.
Dripping wax.
A pathway of heat
For The Dead to follow.
As they reach up
From hell below.
Rising stronger.
Hotter.
Deadlier.
THE DEAD GAME
Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan
The mighty now fall,
Who had been so tall.
Melting to the sea,
Where no one can see
The majesty of your height
Or the last breath of your fight.
Please don’t leave us now.
Don’t take your last bow.
The earth will be a sadder place
Without your bright and shiny face.
I’M HERE, MY LOVE
I walk to the sun.
My steps float over the water.
The waves propel me forward.
Closer to the sun’s radiance.
The breeze lifts my feet.
I fly to my heart’s content.
I’m here, my love.
I’ve come to bask
in your brightness.
To warm in the heat
of your fires.
I’m melting.
All is lost.
I’ve come too close.
SUSANNE LEIST 