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…
Walking barefoot along the coast line Beach-esk sense of wonder and awe Sand and sea, endless as the night that holds me like a child Rock me baby, sleep tight, sweet dreams and such The wind blows my hair, tussled and tangled Oh what a delightful web we weave - whispered musingsMy heart races at …
3rd floor walk up windows with a view Neighborhood in the heights Grand old homes line the avenue Reflective of a time when there was no WiFi A feel of romance dances about with an undeniable allure A subtle buzz fills every room energy, passion, love You tell me stories; your youth, what it was …
We walk the streets; A new city under our feet A sense of awe, this is our home - deep breath sigh... With child-like delight We capture neighborhood images You hold my hand, eyes wide, face-masks on We now know what we didn't Welcoming our new surroundings; Back yard Lady Liberty, NYC skyline Mind …
Walking out knee deep Fluid reflections glimmer Walking out shifting sandbar Low tide is a slow rise The moon sits stoically On a fine line drawn Across the horizon And I can only imagine What is beyond the curve Of this narcissistic planet - Earth Or the destination of shooting stars First hand knowledge burn …
Jump from the train grabbing hold of a high wire Harry Houdini greatest one man act... Nothing swings like the sound coming from an old horn player - sweet baby lullaby the cradle will certainly fall! When my heart burns and the thrill of flying above the natural wisdom of women better than I perched …
A cast of characters parade and dance with delight Sabotage the plot skewed view of how the story could go Should go but didn't...or did it? Questions from the observer, birds eye view Critics words strewn about from an avant garde status Wrapped in the warm glow of stained glass Yet frigid to an intruders …
Clear Parisian sky a sweet night to live and die without purpose or validation of intent but a twist of fate walking down the Champs Elysees and in my heart there is a love song and bright city lights and what is that I heard you say not in a soft whisper but accusatory verbiage …
Trilby Yates 