MEMORIES

chandelier

 

Crystal chandelier of mine.

I love your sparkle and shine.

You bring back memories long gone

when life hadn’t been so far gone.

Remember the parties we used to host?

Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.

Music and laughter were the rules of the day.

But now all that is left are the bills to pay.

PLAY ME A SONG

harp

“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).

 

Play me a song.

Don’t get me wrong.

 

I love your singing voice.

But the harp is my choice.

 

The music soothes my sad soul

From the day taking its toll.

 

I need the music today.

Please, sit down for me and play.

 

 

FLY HIGH

Fly HIgh

 

What does it feel like to fly,

Rising to meet the blue sky?

 

Soaring to a new height.

A bird’s exclusive right.

Alone and soaring high,

Nary a cloud in the sky.

 

Take me along with you, please.

What can I do to appease?

 

The wind will ruffle my feathers.

I will fly without any tethers. 

 

I will fly over the land

To the tune of a marching band.

 

 

TAKE ME TO THE BALL

take me to the ball

 

 

Take me to the ball.
In the glasshouse.
A green ball of lights.
Lit from within.
Take me to the ball.
I want to dance all night.
Until the sun rises.
And The Dead depart.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://amzn.to/2nkhyHU

 

THE GLASS HOUSE

 

 

Snow falls.

Music fills the air.

In the glass dome of a house,

guests twirl and dance.

Images reflected on glass walls.

Champagne flows.

The clock strikes midnight.

The dance floor empties.

We are alone.

The game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME 

 

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

 

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

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