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.

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TO DREAM

 

 

 

When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see clearly
Of what I shouldn’t care.

Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
Boundaries cannot stop
Me from being so bold.

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown,
Dare to dream of my flight,
And dream of where I have flown.

Secrets hidden in darkness,
Beneath a cloak of despair.
Shadows roaming in blackness,
A striking and deadly pair.

At night I can roam free
And sail forth on gossamer wings.
Be all that I can be
No matter what the dark night brings.

 

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

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ALONE IN A CEMETERY

The mist paints a grey.

Hissing winds sound fey.

The trees sway in tune

Under the blue moon.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

Darker shadows they cannot be.

A statue looms in the distance.

I cannot offer resistance.

An angel turns her face to me.

A wicked grin for all to see.

Her white wings spread wide.

Time for me to hide.

A RAINBOW OF DELIGHTS

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A RAINBOW OF DELIGHTS

Follow me
Through the bright colors.
Run to the others.
Where crayons reach the sky.
Climb the pile up high.

Beyond the
Cotton balls stuck above,
The flutter of a dove.
Lake water is shining crystal clear,
A perfect reflection of a deer.

To the beat of
The winged creatures in the sky.
As they dance the tune up high,
Flying close to the ball of fire,
Their wings take them higher and higher.

Come closer and see
What my imagination has wrought
With little or no prior thought.
A scene of beauty, my dear,
Has made it all crystal clear.

REMEMBER ME

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Sleep my pretty bird.

I won’t say a word.

Just rest your weary eyes.

Then we say our goodbyes.

Soon you will fly away to heights

As you drift through the days and nights.

Your new badge of freedom

You’ll wear in your kingdom.

But always remember me

As the one who set you free.

WAIT FOR THE NIGHT

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Wait for the night.

To darken the sky.

In deep shades of red.

To purples fading to black.

Silence follows on gossamer wings.

To quiet uneasy heartbeats.

To soothe roaming beasts.

Wait for the night.

To bring a dark veil on activities.

To unfurl the roaring waves.

Silence is here.

And so is the night.

GOODBYE

 

TO BE FREE

I want to be free.

I need to be free.

To fly far away.

Above all else.

To soar high above.

To peer down. 

Through the mighty clouds.

Upon all else.

My wings are spreading.

My head held high.

Feathers to the wind.

Face to the sun.

Goodbye to all.

Goodbye to the mundane.

Goodbye to the everyday.

Goodbye to all else.

HAPPINESS

 

I’ve been dared to write a poem.

I sit here and I will show em

That I can write about bliss

But it will be hit or miss.

Happiness hasn’t been my friend.

On white wings heaven does not send.

I seek it every day.

A sneak of it I still pray

Will rain down upon me

Before I’m gone to sea.