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…
the air around the soundsweet melody carried away gentle hands, the heart held is an achea memory bend - slant notes played with tender intentthat move the soul...upward emotions rise and feelings flowfrom here to there a reflective tap… fingers slide instinctively across stingsplaying the heart’s song silence in the unspoken perfection is an echo …
Paper tigers and butterfliesWhimsical flutter touches My cheek, my heartWhile a playful breeze dances Past images; memories of marionette smiles and painted eyes seeing beyond The unexpected purpose and intentMermaids swim against the tide Chasing love and laughterTraces of seashells and starlight dancers Strewn about; a toss up - evening dreams ...or the sweetest reverie …
Sailing beyond my sensesOpen space with no boundariesWind blows filling sails, leaning so far the railsmesh with the ocean; there is no line or divide…seamlessMy mind remains clear while demons from the pastdisappear, drift off to a distant edge of the horizonvast and so far, far away…With all my experiences and all that has yet …
I stood in sand let the cold sea water wash over my feet an ache in my chest rushas images of you and me danced above bitter sweet looking beyond the jetty I could see sailboats bending to the wind and as seagulls fly by I am envious of their freedomswhile musings the absenceof a …
You and mewe come together in the dark of night I close my eyes and drift offYou feel like a dream And I'm still waiting for someone to touch my heart in the purity ofa morning's light I'm dancing on the edge of something so beautiful waiting waiting for you...who ever you are © 2022 …
Morning sun rises in the east; pinks and golden light gently wash over sand and sea, leaves fall, drops of dew glistening with song, sea grass bend with ease.I close my eyes feeling warmth on my skin. Safely I sway. Branches reaching bare boned fingers of Father Time wisdom pointing to a euphoric sensation touching …
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 …
Emotions run highThe center of my chest tightenswhen I think of you While I could blame you as the perpetrator That stole a piece of my heart without even knowing it And I suppose I could even forgive your naivete If I believed it to be somewhere on the spectrum of truthBut there is a …
...and the question rises; my heart sinks Into the deep blue in his eyesOur song hums in the background; He touches my left hand...questionMy chest stirs but love hasn't filled the hairline fractures Or smoothed the ragged edgesIs love a possibility? The hands of the clock Continue to circle I have no answers, no quick …
Trilby Yates 