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…
Something about the way a sailboat soothes the weary When the heart is shattered and nothing makes sense The gentle way it rolls and holds with each wave Newport nights a place where a safe harbor And a safe haven align like the stars in the skyOr when lovers move insync I took your hand …
Rings and things; glisten Touch of an angel - wings flutter Sweetest reverie; your image Crystal clear visual - you touch my cheek My heart still, skips a beat Just at the thought... ...just at the mere thought of you Left hand aches, occasionally Phantom pain, from time to time Like a flash flood or …
Vignettes strung together precious pearls of delight gently rest close to the heart filling in the quiet spaces with wisdom and while the smoke rises from distant passions and fire my dreams will never fade… memories unfold gingerly pages of cherished love letters tender stories are told a silent witness to one more sunset recall …
I walk the streets where you used to live; the city you thrived in The city you fell in love with; the city that set you free while at the same time crippling you - taking away any sense of coherency But, you, you were alright, you were a shining star; you were on fire …
You skipped through this life; (Left a bit early for my taste or mental health wellness care in the aftermath has been lacking) Like a kid playing hopscotch Colored chalk; dust of Angels Or double dutch jumping rope; sincopada And as usual I'm distracted Flipping a coin, making a wish Heads tails, winners and losers …
A cool fall night sleepy winds blow, It’s not official but so close I can hear you breathing The dreams come, tender moments, your face, your touch And a sudden shift like a rug yanked out from under my feet Our life; you, you, you The shift, disarray; mix of fear and loss Pieces shattered, …
I am no one in the aftermath Of mayhem and heartbreak Within the finality of death I hide within my wounds I hide in my dysfunction My sense of loss and wonder Knowing full well I’m a corpse The remains of heavenly love I am the end result of a tragedy - never acknowledged And …
July. July. It holds me close wrapped in warmth love promise laughter. The future bright blinding the past so far away. Loss fear edge of the cliff slippery slope. Flashback siren red lights spinning warning; red blood white towels pulse flat line flat Memory wedding bells your beautiful face; tux flowers in your lapel high …
It's that late night can't sleep Walking through the graveyard push When darkness is more than a symptom Or an absence of light; aphotic zone And the sun rises in the east every fucking morning Like a dagger to my heart, silver bullet to my chest There are times when those magnificent golden rays A …
Trilby Yates 