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 rain is falling Wind is singing songs Beyond the dunes Dark clouds form overhead And the waves have Kicked up a notch Perfect back drop For a romantic at heart Pinned with dedication To my worn out sleeve I walk barefoot in the tide Emotions and passion Rush in pulling at my vulnerabilities But …
Early morning sun begins to wake up Arm reaching yawn splintered beams of light stretch across the horizon While a lazy lapping of the tide comes and goes repeating a pattern in perfect sync with the pull of the moon, as it faithfully orbits the earth Off in the distance a curved line remains a …
The wind rages from the West across the main land filling sails sending the day from point to point tack, mainsail luff, “…come about…” a thought that never makes its way from brain wave to verbal vibration - all hands on deck a solo act when solitude is the destination of least resistance peace rises …
Notice the tide rolling with the punches not the way I do battling life’s challenges sea foam tossed in the air strong Atlantic breeze blows the tender sound of the Jazz Man always reminding me of home looking out beyond the horizon the sea never comes to an end unlike the sweet songs that are …
Trilby Yates 