This time of the year
comes around
sails full
and heart strings pull
….which way do I lean

A hard wind blows
and I still don’t know
how to live this life
…in the darkness

Candle light seeps
through veins of hope
and the night dances
on and on
off in the distance
a familiar song
sings sentimental
harmony
I recall the tiniest of detail
emotional tides turn
memories burn
even though
…the flames have faded
yet I continue to dream
of a Newport scene
when our worlds collided…

© 2016 Trilby