A perfect oasis where dreams come true.
Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.
Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.
Until the night exhales its cold breath.
Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.
Where dark shadows leave no footprints.
And tourists remain innocent no more.
THE DEAD GAME
The sun hits my face.
Clouds are soon
followed by raindrops,
Tears from heaven.
Between the sun and clouds
they fall.
Propelled by the soft wind,
They blur my vision,
Stop me in my tracks,
Cause me to face the sky,
To the heavens,
To the source.
Ice Fire
Cold.
Icy cold.
My toes feel numb.
My fingers tingle.
The wind howls.
Sleep tempts me.
But I must continue
To the top of the hill.
The view waits for me.
Only a few more steps.
Silence wraps its arms around me.
I raise my face to the beauty.
The colors take my breath away.
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The waves stand
Straight as sentries,
Shoulder to shoulder.
They eye the shoreline,
Storm at their backs,
Wind at their sides.
The Sun sets above.
The sea ripples below.
The sky darkens.
Clouds rush in.
Birds flee the scene.
The sky opens.
Water rains from above.
Quiet reigns supreme.
They quicken their tempo.
They hit the sand with force,
Lines of soldiers,
Shoulder to shoulder
As one.
Photo: Whelan Works
The sky burns orange.
Winds whip in a frenzy.
Waves rush in.
Birds flee the scene.
Palm trees bow their heads.
The sun retreats.
Say a prayer for us.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Source:raised-from-the-grave
I walk quickly this night
from who lurks out of sight.
The wind gives a whistle and a sigh
as strands of my hair begin to fly.
The moon hides its face.
I pick up my pace.
Shadows surround me.
Footsteps behind me.
Hands around my neck.
Is that a love peck?
He is taking my blood.
I die in a red flood.
THE DEAD GAME
The wind blows through the trees,
ruffling the blanket of grass,
striking a path through the woods.
The path leads the way
to the house within,
to End House at Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME
