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 …
A cool winter breezeblows byA one hit wonderthat plays over and overWith the familiarityof a gentle smileGreetings at the doorwelcome home sweet oneSome say boredomsets in with time And the eye wandersbut I remain in aweOf the next daysame old sunriseSame old sunsetred sky at nightSailors delightred sky in the morningSailors take warning Gentle touch, sweet …
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 …
Shooting stars flash like bolts of lighteningIlluminating the sky with a sense of magic. If you blink you'll miss it. Take a deep breath and make a wish. He said the best place is the cemetery. No trees to obstruct the view. A black sky with an infinite number of twinkling stars;- that just might …
The first sail, a the feeling of nothing beneath you but a fluid sense like water...fluid...ever changing...nothing stays the same...life I was dreaming about my husband...sleeping in the v-berthsinging songs with the angels. we were on my sailboatI prayed that he would keep singing and never stopWhen I realized it was an echo from the …
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 …
Trilby Yates 