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…
Clouds billowing, flowing about like sheets blowing in the wind Backyard clothesline posts lean against an aging Mother NatureSails on a boat filling up to come about, tacking from east to westAnd looking up into the sky like a child seeing images of love, laughter, imaginary animals and castles in the sky;rather than the evils …
Silence is golden, a cherished gift If looked at from the flip side I can go there sometimes; with a gentle push From those that love me Allowing me to rest, to let the fragility Of my heart to take a break Not to skip a beat or hold hand to chest; But a peaceful …
Floating away on a cool breeze, starlight and fireflies captured in a jar Incense and the strum of a distant guitar makes me want to dance; in an open space where voyeurs spend their time in leisure suits and bow ties Mix and match is a fine line we cross from time to time without …
How could we have ever known what was in our heart when all along the way we hid behind each others shadows a child's game of hide and seek growing pains leaps and bounds scatter brained ideas and schemes that seemed so right ...at the time and in the moment When star crossed lovers held on …
Trilby Yates 