Daisy chains, fairy dust and lullaby's The sweet scent of wild flowers and herbs Permeate, filling my sense, my heart A bouquet of Daffodils ends cut and placed In a vase; deep turquoise, color of the sea My thoughts drift; wind in my hair, sand slipping Between my fingers; I gaze out beyond the horizon …
Tag: beach
Grand Masquerade
Long beach walks, silent talks thoughts and such Wondering if there is a chance, slight possibility cosmic hotline that you are aware, that you can see or hear...me Wondering if this is all just some illusive grand masquerade that is being spun from the tip of wisdom filled tongues, with a blank slate to continually …
Beach Boys
Hot steamy summer day...not a cloud in the sky; brilliant blue dome of color - a slight breeze floats by on the up beat of a song dancing through the air; off in the distance sailboats lean, lean, lean stretching canvas and rails dip in the salty sea - flashback summer sweat dripping kisses...glorious sight …
Majestic Vibrations
Bits and pieces golden flecks rainbow colors twirl with delight notes and verse sing from high above majestic vibrations rattle the senses dripping deep red blood stained holy water sprinkled over me clear blue sky reflection pool ripple effect heart to stone visions shadow my private thoughts ....sleep doesn't come Drum beat blue moon dancing …
Beach Walk Mid July
Cold winter days circle around in a flurry snowflakes fall gently solitude in daydreams and sweet whispered words make me blush at the thought of what could be if only to let go... I wonder if we are a good fit or if when time tells its tall tale an unedited version of truth - …
Hat In Hand
...just hanging around hat in hand daze, wind blows a chill to the bone with a cup of java just waiting to be sipped ever so slowly...warmth seeps through the palms of my hands. Black and white, color Kodachrome sugar coated thoughts pop in and out of the 3rd eye of the mind just roll …
Dear Bartender
Pen to paper can be intimidating - old school writing feels awkward when it has been years since the last time I actually put...pen to paper. But on this trip no laptop, no word processing devices - didn't think to bring anything along to write with...front desk, sweet faced young man - red curly hair …
Trilby Yates 