A FIELD OF BLUE BONNETS

As I walk in a field of bluebonnets,

I desire to compose for them sonnets.

The sweet fragrance fills my soul

until I am again whole.

I’m tired, but I smile

like I’ve walked a mile.

I’ll make my flowered bed

and rest my weary head.

My thoughts drift below,

somewhere over the rainbow.

TEMPT ME

 

He’s back.

How could this be?

I should have known.

He will never rest easy.

Without me to torment.

Without me in his arms.

A door opens.

He tempts me with sunshine.

His hand reaches for me.

My skin tingles from his touch.

I turn away and

Run from his sweet words.

His spirit envelopes me with coldness.

He whispers promises in my ear.

He will come for me tonight.

He will appear in a new package.

I will be prepared and ready.

I will not be fooled again.

The Dead won’t win.

THE DEAD GAME