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 …
Tag: Atlantic Ocean
Destiny
He writes about birds flying over the marsh looking for prey A broad wing hawk soaring near the tiny airport that sits high in the middle of the island It is a divine messenger, you are protected Northern sea fowl diving in chilled waves Seals resting on rocks; a pure sense of nature, God and …
Death Of A Female Poet
Slipping away Into a sweet space Reverie peace maker Holds my hand Feather bed comfort Safe haven soothsayer Fluffy white pillows Lavender and lace Lulling me into A deep sleep Dreams in sepia Hints of color - and a spray Of black and white Vintage montage In the powerful Atlantic air I am standing high …
Too Often
Gentle motion sway your eyes reach across the distance and time remain the same for me... I often wonder about you I often dream about you never completely sub-level mind bend unable to let go ...of long talks hand in hand slow walk from your car to mine dock side harbor lights soften the moments …
There Is No Sound
Gracious words are like honeycombs to the soul...(Proverbs 16:24) There is no sound like this echo’s from place to place and back again there are no moments like this hold tight blow a kiss to nowhere carried off far away boat ride Galilee to Old Harbor with the wind to my back and the sun …
Captain
One foot in front of the other a sexy aloof sway of the hips purposely oblivious to watching eyes entranced by the sounds that surround Atlantic breeze always makes the heart skip a beat passion still flows - A smile appears as corners turn up on glossy full lips simple thought sings silently when out …
Jazz Man’s Song
Notice the tide rolling with the punches not the way I do battling life’s challenges sea foam tossed in the air strong Atlantic breeze blows the tender sound of the Jazz Man always reminding me of home looking out beyond the horizon the sea never comes to an end unlike the sweet songs that are …
Trilby Yates 