Washes Over Me

I walked with you only to learn
what it meant to feel
sand and sea washing over me
Sand and the sea have a way of cleansing the senses
and freeing the soul
Twists and turns, knots and noose fall slack
and slumber eases its way backward;
– nothing short of insomnia
I walked with you only to learn
my footing was shallow
never on solid ground
Sand slips beneath my feet and the sea washes over me
the sea always washes over me,
and the wind sings a gut wrenching melody
that never leaves; a tune to recall
from now until eternity,
it washes over me, always washing over me
I walked with you only to learn
a lesson lived a lesson learned
and bridges walked over yet never burned
is like a wave of tranquility
and the sand slips beneath my feet
and the sea washes over me
The sea always washes over me
The sea washes over me

©2017 TrilbyYates

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Label Maker

Call it what you will

Give it a name

Wrapped neatly

Round peg in a square hole

Label it, categorize, alphabetize 

Comfort zone is not your own

Call it what you will

My experience is below the belt

Anxiety felt pressure build up

Pit of my stomach

Elephant sitting on my chest

Close my eyes and realize

It is always your face I see

It’s always your voice I hear

Calling my name drift away

Images coated in a protective cloak

You kneeling wrapped in red

Reaching out I touch you for the last time

You are always kneeling wrapped in red

Sirens blare, sirens blare and I move forward

But you are never there – not anymore

Deep breath in, slow blow out

Comfort in the night once the fear subsides

A protective cloak arms of darkness protective cloak

Comfort in the night until the light of day – breaks

Creeping in magnifying all my fears and deals – with God

So I shift with the tide; deep breath in, slow blow out

Shadows fade, monsters hide

Comfort in the light of day until the night returns – repetitive loop

Deep breath in, slow blow out

Comfort in the night once the fear subsides

A protective cloak arms of darkness protective cloak

Comfort in the night until the light of day – breaks

Creeping in magnifying all my fears and deals – with God

Call it what you will

Give it a name

Wrapped neatly

Round peg in a square hole…

© 2016 TrilbyYates

Deep Blue Sea

Sailing beyond
my senses
Open space
with no boundaries
Wind blows
filling sails,
leaning so far
the rails
mesh with the ocean;
there is no line
or divide…seamless
My mind
remains clear
while demons
from the past
disappear
drift off
to a distant edge
of the horizon
vast and so far far away…
With all my experiences,
and all that has yet to unfold,
knowledge continues
to free my soul
And even though
I may have little control
over the strength
and limitless energy
of the deep blue sea;
I have come to know
how to calm
the highs and lows –
the tides of my heart.
A sailors hitch
that twists like a knot
in the pit
of my stomach,
the ache in my spine
causing me to rethink…
what am I still doing here?
When all is said
and all is done,
love remains my destination.
And I will continue
to search,
sailing
around the world
port to port,
harbor to harbor;
comforted by the arms
of an endless deep blue sea…

© 2016 TrilbyYates

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 cashier can’t pronounce my name

off to the left is a midget on a stepping stool

and a woman wearing a burka

glares at the length of my skirt

while two Chinese ladies debate the expiration date

on a can of chow mien

and the eggplant echo’s a dull thud

ready or not life is a ride in the express lane

guaranteed to derail half way there

and who cares when jumping the line

is like a free trip from Timothy Leary

only there is never a way back

to days of long ago and innocence

that somehow reinvent themselves over time

and in the here and now I still wonder

when, what is not beyond the chapters of sanity

will this life resonate all it has to offer…

© 2016 Trilby Yates