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…
He just laughed...as if an innocent Turned his head looking back over his shoulder A grin that could make the devil himself blush And then; he winked and held out his handBeckoning me to come closer - if I daredTempting me, letting me in on a secret A trip into a vibrant dream stateOf tall …
Middle of the night wake up call; a gentle humWhile off in the distance a fog horn blowsSweet songs of love and longing - my soul shiftsAnticipation; the sounds of mourning doves cooing Pre-dawn a new day's potential is just an illusion Holding my imagination like a child with a short attention spanKnowing I can …
I walk the winters shoreline slow and easy Bits of sand cling to the bottom of my boots An occasional seashell eclipses my solitude - it becomes mine A treasured token memory like a stranger that I take home just For the night safe from a tidal uprising I'll enter the waters calm and plunge …
Taking a long deep beautiful breath in Slowly accepting it, gently holding it... A cherished memento Until the capacity of my lungs - fill Feeling the pressure, the build up, the freedom, and the release of all that has held me back; kept me in my own self imposed sanction Long insightful walks down stone …
Trilby Yates 