Pier 60 | ( by Claude Allaert )

I want to enjoy the summer light.


It does shine on the water so bright.

Smell the salt water in the  air.

Let the sea breeze flow through my hair.

Happiness is a day at the beach.

It is what I so dearly beseech.

A day with no worries or fears.

No bad things to bring me to tears.



A blue wave of ocean.

Coming closer to shore.

Bringing with it darkness.

And yet still so much more.


I’m tempted to ride it.

Take it to the limit.

I want to see its strength

And if it’s a gimmick.


The blue is almost transparent.

A glass of cold water for me.

Hitting me in the face with salt.

Lifting me as high as can be.


Goodbye to the town of Oasis.

Goodbye to my perfect paradise.

Squashed by the hand of The Dead and gone.

By a mere roll of the deadly dice.


THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist



What gifts do you have for us,

Oh beautiful sky?

Some warm sunshine.

A soft breeze or two.

Maybe a light misting.

Your gaze is triumphant.

Reflecting on the soothing waves.

I could feel your warmth.

See your beauty.

Hear your tentative rumbling.

Taste the salty air with my tongue.

My senses are engaged.

You delight and tantalize them.

Thank you.