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…
Heading home early morning; sun's up but I haven't seen the rise Uber cuts across the avenue, traffic lights blinking out of syncAnd I am drowning once again in the turning of an emotional tideStill sleepy six blocks and counting Hudson River morning ferry And there's a vibration in the center of my chest where …
Ten second spin off you still can't recall my name and if I blink you would fade away only the scent of yesterday remains you don't hold a candle to him my Angel in the night Blue Moon Belgian style wheat ale is a cheap and much welcomed buzz words from a stranger send a …
A slight movement forward wind shifts suddenly and there is a tumbling sensation in each step I've taken your touch was never an absolute and as much as I knew that going in it's the coming out that's another story time is not on my side and as I wander between my thoughts there is …
Cold winter days circle around in a flurry snowflakes fall gently solitude in daydreams and sweet whispered words make me blush at the thought of what could be if only to let go... I wonder if we are a good fit or if when time tells its tall tale an unedited version of truth - …
Walk softly past my window Early morning light stretches Across a dimly lit sky With gentle hands Reaching for a heart That yawns While the mind Holds onto dreams In shimmering shades Of lavender and blue Pleading, “…don’t wake me, not yet, not yet…” Tender kisses like feathers float From the lips of lovers Drift …
Sometimes it's a word or a subtle glance that sends the energies flying in search for another chance of what could be or left behind when the wind shifts and the spirits chime... Over and over again we play over and over again we pray to feel the right heart and hold the right hand …
Ramblings... A conversation with self...yes, I get tired. Yes, I slip in and out of total disbelief...still, almost how many years later? Yes, I question what it all means. Yes, I wonder what my future holds. And yes, I fear the thought of moving forward and the thought of not... I dream of a music …
Saw myself running in my dreams Heard the crash of the rising tide Like a child's lullaby I let its soothing sound rush up and rush over me And in the loneliest moments I knew there really wasn't much left to do ...but let it go, let it go Looking up into the deepest blue …
Walking beyond the dunes sea grass slips between my fingers The roar of the ocean calms my nerves and I remember how you felt beneath the waves The Siren's song whistles in the night carried by an ocean breeze; and every night your memory brings me to my knees And I wonder... Heaven, Hell or …
Trilby Yates 