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…
A cool winter breezeblows byA one hit wonderthat plays over and overWith the familiarityof a gentle smileGreetings at the doorwelcome home sweet oneSome say boredomsets in with time And the eye wandersbut I remain in aweOf the next daysame old sunriseSame old sunsetred sky at nightSailors delightred sky in the morningSailors take warning Gentle touch, sweet …
Walking toward the morning sunrise ...Red sky at night a sailors delight Red sky in morning sailors take warning... Secluded shore covered in a blanket of Sand and stone… Seashells and colored sea glass Tossed playfully to and fro While footsteps are quietly washed away No remnants left behind An emotional tide of highs and …
Trilby Yates 