Sing me a song.
Write me a melody.
Stroke the keys.
Massage the ivories.
Raise your voice high
So I can hear your words.
Words of hope and loss.
Sing them loud and clear.
I close my eyes.
I can hear your words.
I see your fingers
Stroking the keys.
The words take flight.
They reverberate through time.
They leave your lips
To land on mine.
A sweet melody
To soothe my advancing years.
A pretty song
To fill my empty soul.
Fill the pages with
words and stories.
Fill our lives with
people and events.
Stories to tell our children.
Words to light our journey.
Life is short and precious.
It is our right to fill in the pages.
Can my words soothe your dark soul?
Can my love ease the pain of night?
Try me.
Play me.
THE DEAD GAME
5 Stars Review of PREY FOR THE DEAD
From excellent writing and grammar to amazing storytelling I highly recommend this book! Now, this author has a new fan.
Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive,
Breaking free to survive.
They are bursting forth with pride.
Smoke is pouring forth from inside.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories escape and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).
Play me a song.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love your singing voice.
But the harp is my choice.
The music soothes my sad soul
From the day taking its toll.
I need the music today.
Please, sit down for me and play.
The sun will shine again.
You will stroll with a friend.
Colorful flowers will take bloom.
Normality will be back soon.
Face forward
And never behind
To the world
We left behind.
Don’t look back.
Drive.
Face forward
To the future.
SUSANNE LEIST 