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…
Uber ride under the Hudson River Thoughts deep and surroundingAnticipation feels more like a shot of heroin Than an adrenaline rush opening the heart To the possibilities of love or passionDeep breath in count to four Hold four and blow six...repeatNow months later I wonder if you Ever understand how my heart holds loss Or …
Wrapped in another causebells and whistles banners and such I walk the walk and talk the talk but when the train drags me home and I'm walking down the sidewalk my pace slows and my heart races as I sink into the emptiness that is waiting for me 3rd floor walk up with glorious windows …
The day seeps in with glimpses of a slow sunrise and the sound of waves crashingFor a moment my heart feels full and moves from my sleeve to the center of my chestSand beneath my feet; salt in the air, I take what I can...a deep breath in and a slow blow outYou will never …
Slightest turn of the other cheekone side acknowledges the otherin the midst of tragedyAnd as we parade into a house of worshipwearing our Sunday best,sirens blare in the distanceA police presence is feltand it is comforting at timesDifferent from the tender touchof a lovers hand leading the wayto a safer place of ease,a safer place …
Three something A.M. bedroom window is lit up like fireworksMoon beams bounce about the room and the city skylineIs outlined and illuminated; sparks and promise soarWings of a mourning dove brush my left cheek with affectionWindowsill holds lovingly poetry books, photograph from the past,Seashells and sea glass; an adventure at the shore - so long …
Peaceful reverie surrounds me as you whisper gently words of love and reassurance The wind blows and as the evening settles my heart is open to you and all that is to comeYou ask if love has always been kind All I can say is love is love is love ...and it's the possessors and …
Rings and things; glisten Touch of an angel - wings flutter Sweetest reverie; your image Crystal clear visual - you touch my cheek My heart still, skips a beat Just at the thought... ...just at the mere thought of you Left hand aches, occasionally Phantom pain, from time to time Like a flash flood or …
Vignettes strung together precious pearls of delight gently rest close to the heart filling in the quiet spaces with wisdom and while the smoke rises from distant passions and fire my dreams will never fade… memories unfold gingerly pages of cherished love letters tender stories are told a silent witness to one more sunset recall …
I walk the streets where you used to live; the city you thrived in The city you fell in love with; the city that set you free while at the same time crippling you - taking away any sense of coherency But, you, you were alright, you were a shining star; you were on fire …
Trilby Yates 