Child of the night sweet innocence of delight with your heart worn out and faded Chambray shirt torn at the sleeve you can't bring yourself to question the blur that follows you around shadowing every secret kept When the time comes you glide with ease across the floor feet never touching the ground The slightest …
Author: Trilby Yates
Second Wind Next Life
Ten second spin off you still can't recall my name and if I blink you would fade away only the scent of yesterday remains you don't hold a candle to him my Angel in the night Blue Moon Belgian style wheat ale is a cheap and much welcomed buzz words from a stranger send a …
Flight
A slight movement forward wind shifts suddenly and there is a tumbling sensation in each step I've taken your touch was never an absolute and as much as I knew that going in it's the coming out that's another story time is not on my side and as I wander between my thoughts there is …
Beach Walk Mid July
Cold winter days circle around in a flurry snowflakes fall gently solitude in daydreams and sweet whispered words make me blush at the thought of what could be if only to let go... I wonder if we are a good fit or if when time tells its tall tale an unedited version of truth - …
What’s Missing…
"....it doesn't always have to be this way..." Little voice inside my head sings a song low key off beat far left of anywhere slipping from addiction to obsession no matter what rolls in or out with the tide early morning light shines ever so brightly and the truth remains silent lovers tiptoe past an …
Pages Yet To Be Written
Words to lips fall gently as pen to paper emotions fill my heart...still beats a tender touch does not leave me empty the world such a simple place lingering thoughts turn into daydreams while spirits rise watching silently from shadows of a widow's walk soaring high above surrounded in love and translucent light I wander …
Pearls Of Wisdom
Floating away on a cool breeze, starlight and fireflies captured in a jar Incense and the strum of a distant guitar makes me want to dance; in an open space where voyeurs spend their time in leisure suits and bow ties Mix and match is a fine line we cross from time to time without …
Timothy Leary
Standing on the sidewalk a small man with a cigar leering past a puff of smoke clouds camouflage his true intentions conveyor belt rolls me in to a land of the unknown no cart just a red basket in hand and the lights glare chasing the shadows clarity is a check out counter and the …
Mulling It Over
The sound of footsteps shuffle by slow drag on the left side some memories linger like a full kiss soft lips boy sitting under a full moon church yard by the lake Parisian night smell of canvas and oils - chalk images outline nude figures hands of romance radiant eyes your touch was all I …
Trilby Yates 