In the dark, we fly free.
We’re not afraid to fall.
Above mountains and sea,
Goodbye to one and all.
Where will we land?
We do not care.
Could be the sand
or a hunter’s snare.
What does it feel like to fly,
Lifting off to reach the sky?
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.
All alone and way up high,
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you please.
What can I do to appease?
I want to fly over the land
To the tune of a marching band.
Over the water, I go.
It would make a great show.
Source:soundtrack-for-lovers
Take me far.
Take me long.
Take me wide.
Ride like the wind.
Past borders.
Over hills.
Through valleys.
All the way to the sea.
Nostrils steaming.
Muscles bulging.
Ride like the wind.
RETREAT
A place for our dreams,
An earthly retreat.
Follow my heart’s beat.
Can you feel the heat?
The earth is alive.
Its core is on fire.
Come with me, darling.
I feel your desire.
It’s all too soon gone.
The door is closing.
It’s being washed out
By the sea’s hosing.
Don’t run from the truth.
Please come back to me.
You can’t turn away.
I know you love me.
Rising from below.
From the deep.
Arms reaching.
Voice yearning.
Fish scattering.
Water parting.
Birds crying.
Sun hiding.
Darkness rising.
Face as white as snow.
Eyes mirroring the depths.
Muscles bulging.
He returns to me.
He swims to shore.
The Dead at his back.
THE DEAD GAME continues…
Book 2 coming soon.
Dark & Stormy by mrjones131 on Flickr.
Grand Cayman
A sizzle lights up the night sky
Followed by thunder up so high.
The black clouds rumble in dismay,
Crumbling like figures of clay.
Red soon joins the purple light,
Gearing up for a loud fight.
The sea’s quiet below,
Keeping its head down low.
We are in for a charged night
As nature gears for a fight.
I drift alone in my boat
On the sea of many colors.
A mirror to the pastel sky,
To what resides so high.
The moon peeking from above,
Caressing me like a soft glove.
As I drift along in my boat
On the sea of many colors.
A walk by the sea
is waiting for me.
Salt air in my hair,
Please come over here.
We should take this opportunity
before we can hit our next thirty.
Chances like this are rare.
We are are a lucky pair.
To walk along the beach,
so close within our reach.
superbnature
Golden Hour by willyam http://ift.tt/2aItg9O
THE WAVES
Lined up like sentries.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Eying the shore.
Storm at their backs.
Wind at their sides.
Sun setting above.
Sea ripples below.
Sky darkens.
Clouds rush in.
Birds flee.
Skies open up.
Water rains down.
Quiet reigns supreme.
They quicken their tempo.
Winds pick up their speed.
They hit the sand with force.
A line of soldiers.
Shoulder to shoulder.
As one.
A PLACE OF FANTASY
A place of fantasy there must be,
Where blues and green merge in the deep sea.
Clouds create formations into works of art,
Resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.
I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
The rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.
The sand is soft beneath my feet,
Warming my body with its heat.
Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
We’re sure to have fun till the day is done.
