COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE
Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.
Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.
Life is a mystery,
A puzzle of its own.
You need to fill it in,
So you won’t be alone.
TEA PARTY
Join my tea party.
Don’t be afraid to drink the tea.
It isn’t poisoned.
I promise.
Don’t you trust the Cheshire Cat?
I wouldn’t either.
Meow.
You tell me there’s nothing to fear
since The Dead will soon be here.
Waves cascade to the shore.
I don’t believe The Dead lore.
No clouds dot the azure sky.
The seagulls squawk as they fly by.
Nothing can ruin this paradise.
Yet, cold fear runs through you like ice.
Now, the winds quicken their speed.
But still, I refuse to heed.
The sky darkens to black.
You yell for me to pack.
Then, one last glance at the trees
shows them falling to their knees.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules, we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with me in its dark shade.
Through the fallen leaves we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads
As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.
Picture a flower growing from the sea.
Can there be a prettier sight to see?
Bubbles of flowers float ashore.
Close your eyes and open that door.
This is what I need for today.
Pastel colors to soothe my stay.
Pinks and blues mix well together.
I can look at them forever.
It watches.
It waits.
The sun rises.
Fly away pretty bird.
Take a chance
And spread your wings.
Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train waits on the track.
I don’t have time to pack.
So sad to leave today,
But what is there to say?
Goodbye, my dear for now
As I take my last bow.
I come from the deep sea.
I come only for thee.
There is nowhere I’d rather be
but with you by the dark blue sea.
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
