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 dance; slow, seductive willful - a waltzeach time I melted into the grove with ease intuition, twinges of betrayal - dissipatethe way the sun would rise; radiance, hope questa volta sarà diverso...potential, a brighter tomorrow. I close my eyes and move with each step, leaving the past another time - always with anticipationmorning Uber …
No such thing as a dream catcher,when the shades are drawn to keep the light out - I dream on and onAnd all that stay too long, like an uninvited guest or laugh lines we tend to ignore. I close my eyes and conjure images To rattle the narcissist I hold so dear. all my …
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 …
Summer sunshort circuitcuts directlyfrom my brainto my hearteyes closeand I can see...a clear path - to you Each raythat shootsacross the bowof thismagnificent vesselmind and spiritcarrying with ita message...of love - to you Chanting with the tidefull moon is on the rise Goddess of LoveGoddess of Light © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved
walk up-stairs; number seven - lingerswhite noise turns into a last nerve burn heart beat races. hesitation is a pull; but, will, is taking each step; it's more of a draw than a scribble when that little voice pops; whispering in moments of a loneliness buzzrecall is a gentle memory of wantingreality; harsh images of …
I’m not going to get over you am I?Silly question to ask, I know…but…stillThere’s a lot of time but no space between us…I linger on and on while you float around watching over meAt least I think you do, I feel you…so it must be trueWhat would you say to me today?If you can see …
I continue to stand between a breakwater and a shallow grave all the while off in the distanceI can hear with clarity; the call of an untamable and vast oceangentle hands holding sand and sea reach;holding space for my most joyful dreams I have danced on a narrow sandbar; built by drifting seashells and lost …
Reciprocated love - bellissimo amoreknowing when it's not you know what you know you don't what you don't...but each time there is a riska sting to the heartanother lesson learned a bee gathers pollen from a flowerpassing it onto the next flower ...until you get too close Reality is clear like truth and trust but …
There are some things in life We can controlAnger, violence, integrity Maybe even life's passion (although I think that's the nature vs nurture debate) But love...umm don't think so Love comes from a place Beyond the human logical part of us...maybe even a divine or heavenly sourceUnimaginable, extraordinary...magicalEver experience that jolt When you meet someoneIt could …
Trilby Yates 