A SIGH

Source:travel-story

The island calls to me.

It whispers my name.

The bridge sighs.

It weeps for me.

I walk across.

It wobbles to and fro.

I hold tight to the ropes.

One step gives way.

And so does the next.

The sides unravel.

I can’t move.

Time stands still.

I’m falling.

Cold water hits my face.

Silence now takes it turn.

Another night in Oasis

lifeisthefight:

The clouds drift by.

The moon casts its glare.

Time moves in slow motion.

Florida weaves its spell.

The town is asleep.

There’s a rustle in the trees.

A cry in the night.

A hint of evil.

A whisper of things to come.

A body left on shore.

Will there be more?

Another night in Oasis, Florida.

THE DEAD GAME

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP  

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

A WHISPER

spoutziki-art

Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895

In the quiet.

There is a hum.

A whispering sound.

A pitch too high to hear.

A touch too light to feel.

We are never alone.

 

A SIGH OF NIGHT

horseunderthetable

Epiphanie © Etienne Cabran

It’s here.

Too near.

A mist of white.

A sigh of night.

Through the window.

“You friend or foe?”

A cold touch of ice.

Doesn’t feel too nice.

It now whispers away,

“You’re not welcome to stay.”

I’m leaving now.

I don’t care how.

Fingers wrap around my neck.

On my cheek I feel a peck.

Could that be a kiss?

Wasn’t hard to miss.

I’m chilled to the bone.

I’ve turned to cold stone.

DEAR STATUE

DEAR STATUE

So alive.
I could hear you breathing.
Is that a moan?
Maybe it was the wind.
Is that a rustle of clothing?
Maybe someone else is in the garden.
Is that a sigh?
I heard a sigh.
Are you tired of standing still?
Is that a tear on your cheek?
Your eyes look sad.
Reflecting a remorse so deep
that I can feel it.
What else do I feel?
A whisper of breath on my face.
Are you breathing, dear one?
Are you alive beneath the stone?
Raise your head.
Look me in the eye.
It’s time to be free.
Let your soul be free
and soar above on your wings.
Take flight, dear one.
Take flight.

THE OUIJA BOARD

What can you conjure up in the dark?
Do you see ghosts or demons?
Evil creatures that come out at night.
That’s what I see when I close
my eyes for the night.
The shadows become
hands reaching for me.
The air conditioning becomes
the moaning of the wind.
The creaking of the house turns
into the whispers of the dead.
Falling asleep is fun time for me.