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…
I continue to stand between a breakwater and a shallow grave all the while off in the distanceI can hear with clarity; the call of an untamable and vast oceangentle hands holding sand and sea reach;holding space for my most joyful dreams I have danced on a narrow sandbar; built by drifting seashells and lost …
Morning sun rises in the east pinks and golden light gently wash over sand and sea leaves fall drops of dew glistening with song sea grass bend with ease. I close my eyes feeling warmth on my skin. Safely I sway. Branches reaching bare boned fingers of Father Time wisdom pointing to a euphoric sensation …
Such a wise guy flip response makes me laugh out loud while emotions roll over like the Queen mother's wave during centennial this or that can't quite recall the gist or intention of celebration but there is a shift in the universe and it's dragging me along ...oh what a delightful ride no time for …
Salty air morning dew lay softly on my skin a beautiful wind blows off the eastern side of a blue moon and a wave from far away delights and dashes hope while stirring memories from an off-kilter moment when time stood still and what we shared remains illusive I think of you often Stolen kisses …
Trilby Yates 