A town of sea breezes,
long evening walks,
and colorful sunsets.
A quaint Florida town
with parties on the beach,
and THE DEAD.
No town is perfect.
THE DEAD GAME
Night falls in Oasis.
Shadows move in the breeze.
The Dead love their games.
Come and visit us, please.
The Dead Game Series by Susanne Leist
Palm trees waving in the breeze.
Blue-green water for me, please.
White sand sparkles in the sun.
Tourists frolic and have fun.
A perfect oasis for the elite.
Many celebrities you might meet.
The night brings icy winds
and demons’ deadly sins.
Dark shadows descend on the town.
My life has turned upside down.
COLORS, LIGHT, ACTION
A more perfect picture there cannot be.
Bright colors as far as the eye could see.
Blue, yellow, red, orange, purple and green.
A frame is needed for this gorgeous scene.
If I could walk into this masterpiece,
My life would be so calming and at peace.
THE DEAD AND GONE
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
CLOSER TO THE BLUE
Puffy clouds appear far and few
In the aqua sky so brand new.
I sink deeper into the white sand,
My heart beating like a marching band.
If I close my eyes tight,
will I see paradise this night?
It takes me back to the time
When everything had been fine.
Fantasy, I beseech thee.
Return me so I can roam free.
Take me back to the shore.
Where I’d been happy before.
How would paradise
appear to you?
A house standing in calm water.
The scent of flowers in the air.
People strolling the clean streets.
No need to hurry.