THE PARTY

 

 

A luxury yacht sails the ocean.

Aboard are many guests,

Dressed in jewels and ball gowns.

Champagne flows freely.

Music fills the night air.

Bodies fall into the water,

Some are swimming,

And some are not.

Blood trickles into the water,

Covered by the moon’s shadow.

Cries increase in tempo

Until silence sweeps the dark ship.

MUSIC OF THE DEEP

 

 

MUSIC OF THE DEEP

Colors of the rainbow swirl by,

Swimming free to the beat of their own.

A harmony of  movement

Following the slow tempo of the deep.

Cover me with your cold arms,

A baby blanket of softness.

Take me down under your waves,

Where the world glows a bluish green.

Into the deep darkness,

Where a silent cocoon awaits me.

 

 

THE DEEP

Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a bluish green.
Life swirls by in colors of the rainbow,
Filled with creatures swimming free.
A harmony of rhythmic movement,
Following the slow tempo of the deep.

OCEAN DEEP

OCEAN DEEP
Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a bluish green.
Life swirls by in colors of the rainbow,
Filled with creatures swimming free.
A harmony of constant movement,
Following the slow tempo of the deep.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 24

The moon brings darkness and shadows
To the streets of our small town.
Clouds cannot conceal its icy depths
As it stalks our every move.

Its glow has dimmed since he has been gone.
The winds have weakened their game.
They know their master has fallen.
The king has been checked and mated.

The wind flows through my hair like a soft caress.
Its salty breath fans my face.
A heart-felt sigh of despair and loneliness
That knows no bounds.

The sand cushions my uneven steps
As the moon lights my path.
The waves pick up the tempo
Of their beats against the shore.

Something is happening.
Things are changing.
The air feels alive.
It swirls around my feet.

I’m being held in place.
The sand holds me tight.
The moon moves into place.
The clouds are shoved away.

A figure rises with the waves.
Cascading water brings it ashore.
It stands before me,
Dark as the night.

It can’t be.
But I can feel his essence anywhere.
Hard as ice,
But lit from within.

He is wearing a different casing.
One not as beautiful as before.
But as enticing to a human
As a rainbow in a blue sky.

I know that I’m dreaming.
But will I recognize him as Wolf?
Will I be drawn to him
In the light of day?

Only time will tell.

THE DEAD GAME

THE LONE WOLF

Howl at the moon young wolf.

Will anyone answer you?

Does anyone care?

Howls soon accompany

the lone sound.

Notes varying in tempo and pitch.

In tune together in their quest

to raise the moon.

The moon shines down upon them,

in acquiescence of their mournful sounds.

All is right with the world.

Life is in perfect harmony.