Rise up through the air.
Lift your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.
Let the water flow.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself in the air.
Dance for me.
Give me your wicked smile.
A little laugh.
Show me your endless joy.
Dance for me.
I want to see your special dance.
A clap or two.
A little twist for me.
Dance for me.
Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But the sun soon leaves
and the ocean heaves.
Sharp hail hits my face.
Men run like a race.
They shout for me to move.
I pick up their quick groove.
“The Dead are here for us,”
one tall man shouts at us,
“Run to the Town Hall
or the town will fall.”
THE DEAD GAME
Pebbles drift in the ocean
in multitudes too many to count.
I yearn for the dark sea
as it holds mystery for me.
I will join these pebbles,
one more to their endless journey,
where I may find answers
to questions unspoken.
CASTLE IN THE SKY
The castle in the sky,
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
I so want to be there
and let down my long hair.
Water flowing by my feet,
such a miraculous feat.
A violin waiting at my feet,
but I only want to go to sleep.
I must go on for now.
I just do not know how.
The waves look too strong,
But I could be wrong.
The water is parting for me.
I will walk through the raging sea.
The castle in the sky.
Oh, my, oh my.
In the midst of darkness,
life emerges.
It walks
the streets.
It flies
in the skies.
It swims
the waves.
Life is persistent.
OASIS
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
Rising from down under.
Below our calm waters.
Beneath our heavenly paradise.
They come to our shore.
Dark shadows on the soft breeze.
Leaving dead bodies on the sand.
Disappearing with the morning light.
Until night falls once more.
THE DEAD GAME
The waves are churning.
My face is burning.
What’s coming for me?
I don’t want to see.
It rises from the deep
when all are fast asleep.
The Dead come ashore.
For me, they’ve come for.
There’s nowhere to run or hide.
I refuse to take their side.
The Dead will not win.
They’re dripping with sin.
THE DEAD GAME
At night he appears.
Coming from the sea.
A mist rising from below.
Is he here for me?
THE DEAD GAME
A wave hits me in the face.
I can’t keep up with its pace.
It thrashes against the shore.
Making me want so much more.
