Your love is like hitting a hairpin turn; high speed junkie ...and I don't know what to doShould I put on the breaks or let go of the wheel and let it fly...More of a statement than a question...I suppose © 2021 TrilbyYates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Your love is like hitting a hairpin turn; high speed junkie ...and I don't know what to doShould I put on the breaks or let go of the wheel and let it fly...More of a statement than a question...I suppose © 2021 TrilbyYates
The day seeps in with glimpses of a slow sunrise and the sound of waves crashingFor a moment my heart feels full and moves from my sleeve to the center of my chestSand beneath my feet; salt in the air, I take what I can...a deep breath in and a slow blow outYou will never …
I dance in the rain allowing the tears of angels to jump from aboveand dance...along with meMy heart sings a particular tune, more of a hum; soothing the child within me We are connected by the separations, dots and dasheshands held in unisonI dance wrapped in fear, hope and the light of the goddessesacknowledging what …
An occasional flash - lightening rod memories With a touch of blue/red blood dipping From my sleeve to the wood planked floorA reminder that this girl is not immune to heartache Flowers fill the spaces with the scent of lavender and lily of the valley Sprinkled throughout my hair with a crown of baby's breathAs …
A rainy Sunday I weave and dance slip between time and space morphing into little snippets moments of joy and love and with daily meditation the clarity that forms makes it possible to reach out and touch the emotions the purity of promise and desire when love and passion connect you draw a detailed map …
Three something A.M. bedroom window is lit up like fireworksMoon beams bounce about the room and the city skylineIs outlined and illuminated; sparks and promise soarWings of a mourning dove brush my left cheek with affectionWindowsill holds lovingly poetry books, photograph from the past,Seashells and sea glass; an adventure at the shore - so long …
Peaceful reverie surrounds me as you whisper gently words of love and reassurance The wind blows and as the evening settles my heart is open to you and all that is to comeYou ask if love has always been kind All I can say is love is love is love ...and it's the possessors and …
Rings and things; glisten Touch of an angel - wings flutter Sweetest reverie; your image Crystal clear visual - you touch my cheek My heart still, skips a beat Just at the thought... ...just at the mere thought of you Left hand aches, occasionally Phantom pain, from time to time Like a flash flood or …
I float - occasionally the tips of my toes Touch down gently; a soft sacred grounding A moment of salvation; a need to clear ...my head and heart Life, I have discovered cannot be lived To it's fullest beauty holding onto images Of a boy and girl from so long ago Photographs from yearbooks past …