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…
Late night walk moon is up shining leading the way off in the distance firecrackers go off anticipation summer holidays on the rise all I can think about is what it would like if you were here your hand in minewalking with me sand and seawho I am and who you would be if...I conjure …
Wind blows across ocean The Atlantic roars Carrying a scent Of salt and recovery Sand beneath my feet, Your hand in mine As we walk the shoreline Finding seashells, An array of color - texture Sea glass; green, blue, Yellow, opaque white Placed in a jar to hold Our newly made memories Heart filled keepsakes …
Saturday morning sun shines And beautiful blue skies You and I, you and I... Early A.M. we walk Our favorite French place - welcoming and open arms Une noisette, aux céréales, du pain We sit outside and chat about life I lean my head on your shoulder Still amazed at my luck Your response; a …
Yes, I let you hold my hand and I held yours... - acknowledging a perfect fit Yes, I let you look into my eyes I curiously looked into yours... - I didn't blink or turn away letting you past the walls of protection Yes, I let you pull me close to you; wrap your arms …
Red wine sipped through lips painted shades of frost and crimson ...dark eyes look away - a seductive glance meant only for you and when the night tumbles around us while stars shoot across the sky there will be a time when your hands embrace the moment and hold its place with mine… That first kiss …
A fine line between what is said and what is meant when passion hides behind well wishes and glances on the other side of friendship and no one knows better than Madame Bovary if love will come or love will go the extra mile or fade off into a slow burn sun rises and sets …
On any given day or any given moment fly by night whimsical stargazing backtracking sense of well-being gently slips away without resistance without pause for concern Getting clear of a suffocating fog surround sound droning - endlessly a long drawn out daze blowing smoke in the face of a higher power - father, son and …
A bit of nostalgia floats through the air a chill from the west side of Long Island it blows across the Sound in a whisper a tiny voice fingers to lips, hush steel guitar serenading is like a gentle touch to a tattered heart a mellow reminder that fairy tales never fade and time makes …
Trilby Yates 