We were a slow dance; a block party smooth the sound of Rosie and The Originals - floatsabove "Angel baby, my angel baby; whoo hoo I love you, whoo hoo I do..." in-sync two step - glide. © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
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Misunderstood
The wind blows across the harbor And I'm aware the feel isn't the same No east coast bend or sudden slap Across the face gusts or galePacific Ocean has an opposite vibration It rattles to the bone; shakes the docks it doesn't rollAnd a shadow from the past hovers It doesn't dance or shimmy around …
French Kiss
Summer time blues drift off as fall rattles its cageThe wind is blowing a gut punch across the sky; with the hopes of some spontaneous recognition Fourth floor apartment to the left; stereo cranked up torches everyone in ear shot...a minimum ten block radiusA memory tapping melody that drifts;lifting the air to an all encompassing …
Looking Back
He said he was with someone else because...she took him homeA place I've never known I just shrugged and kicked the can down the road Sometimes it's just alright, it's alright...everything will be alrightI held his hand and felt his pulse begin to rise Without giving it a second thought or a moment to say …
Comfort In The Unknown
Woke up, partial light seeps into dreamscapes and nightmares somewhere out there a thought flies across a cyber sky - no color faux stars shine bright land on the floor next to discarded clothing from the night before a chill in the air and semi-frost on the window-pane child writes I love you finger tip …
Sincopata
Gingerly stepping forward, one foot in front of the other Wrapped in a magical envelope: a time bubble bounce 50 years ago, a brilliant recollection tsunami Images play out like an old 60's flick Color, black and white slo-mo With memory snap shots, tiny mementos Crystal clear gifts, wrapped in teenage angst For a moment …
Shadow Dance
My shadow dances in the surf, White sand with all its imperfections stretches To the edges of the horizon and beyond; - a necessary growth surge That place, beyond, has flipped my internal script - a self proclaimed narrative re-write Each step playfully kicks up stardust, Stirring up the undertow of my senses, my soul; …
Days To Come
There is a whisper in the wind Landing gently on our dreams - of peace A life full of hope and love Entwined with our past and theirs A silk ribbon weaving together All that we have come to know Nothing can be denied when the heart opens, Clearing a place for a future full …
Love Knots
Is it ever just the way the light falls on the curves of your face like the waters of the Niagara - breath taking...takes my breath or is it the angles of your cheeks highlighting an ancient place sacred knowledge inherent lines a road map introspective of your fathers eyes and a mouth that speak …
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