It watches.
It waits.
The sun rises.
Fly away pretty bird.
Take a chance
And spread your wings.
wings
LIFE IN YOUR HAND
Antennas search for sound
as wings take flight.
It leaves too soon
on the puff of a breeze.
For one precious moment,
you held life in your hand.
IT COMES IN THE NIGHT
Source:indieteen
It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
The wind whispers.
The trees sway.
Air hisses through the leaves.
Shadows lurk between gravestones.
With long robes, they sweep toward me.
A statue looms in the distance.
A winged angel turns her cold face
and faces me.
A wicked grin curves her mouth.
Her wings take flight.
And so do I.
FLY
Flap your pretty wings
as the bluebird sings.
Prepare to take flight.
Fly with all your might.
Soar through the turquoise sky.
You can never reach too high.
Fly,
Pretty butterfly.
Fly.
A WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY
It watches.
It waits.
The sun rises.
Fly away pretty bird.
Take a chance.
Spread your wings.
A WORLD OF DARKNESS
Source:slobbering
Welcome to our world.
Our haven from light.
A world of darkness.
We’re hidden from sight.
Dance with us tonight.
Come with us and play.
Music soothes the soul.
Dawn won’t have its say.
Lift your demon souls.
Become one with us.
Spread your wings for flight.
Become one of us.
THE DEAD GAME
IN THE NIGHT
Source:indieteen
It comes in the night.
It comes to those who sleep.
To those who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
ESCAPE
// stairs // middle of 2014 // panasonic dmc-zs15 (by Georg Nickolaus)www.azurgrau.com
Lead me far away from the darkness.
Up these stairs, I will find my way.
I’m tired of living in this sadness.
Time to scope out a new day.
As I climb, the light taunts me.
It hits me square in the eye.
I squint as I try to see.
I must spread my wings and fly.
I’m thrust into a party at full throttle.
The sounds of laughter and music cocoon me.
I find life outside instead of a bottle.
I fly free and far away from the old me.
A WALK IN THE CEMETERY
The Valley Cemetery | GarettPhotography
A walk in the cemetery.
Not the right place to be merry.
Dark shadows creep in
As dark as their sin.
Wings flap around me.
I’m cold as can be.
A brief tap on my shoulder.
I run to the boulder.
“No one is here,”
I say in fear.
But footsteps, I do hear
Echo as they draw near.
“Oh no, they have found me.”
A fresh grave waits for me.
SUSANNE LEIST 