The sparkle of the depths below
Tempts me more than you can know.
Are you beneath the sea?
I need you here with me.
Time has slowed to a stop.
A fin hits the water with a plop.
A flash of an arm beckons me.
A siren’s call freezes me.
I bend closer to the water’s edge.
Ready to make my lover a pledge.
I find myself falling into the cold.
I am soon lost in his tight hold.
I close my eyes and give up my fight.
For I’m free to roam the earth tonight.
Floating in the dark of night
After the birds take flight.
Out in the sea, I drift alone,
Where no one else dares to roam.
Tears fall upon my face
As they step up their pace.
Flooded with grief and despair.
I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.
I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.
He’s walked out of the proverbial door.
I am free to drift with the night or
Visit the depths of the ocean floor.
No one searches for me.
I take a step, I’m free.
Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brushstrokes of blue and gray
to outline the puffy clouds.
Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine
to meet the neverending horizon.
Swells of purest white
will rise from the blue depths.
As my fingers reach for the canvas,
my gaze travels to the brushes,
and I shake my head.
No painting is needed
to capture the perfect day.
I stare around me
at nature’s perfect handiwork.
A more beautiful place cannot be,
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore,
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.
Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
Waves hit the rocks
with frozen blocks.
They plow through the sand,
sharp claws in their hand.
They ravage the shore,
coming back for more.
A battle with no end.
A force we cannot bend.
Can you feel it?
Can you sense it?
The rage.
The fury.
THE DEAD are coming.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
Tourists stroll the beaches.
Shouts of joy flow from the Oasis Hotel
as guests frolic in the swimming pools.
You might think this is a paradise but take care.
Never trust the calm before the storm.
THE DEAD GAME
He lights my fire
to take me higher.
The town’s on fire,
set by the sire.
He comes tonight
for the big fight.
He comes for me
from the dark sea.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
by Susanne Leist
Passions burn hot in Florida
as sizzling as a summer day
beneath the scorching sun.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
by Susanne Leist
The waves roll in.
Not softly.
But with a bang.
A barrage of water.
To lift debris away.
To clear the way.
For The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 