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…
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 …
It was one of those summer teenager nights lost in the abyss of "can't recall." What happened? Where am I? Who am I? And whyam I waking up on the beach wrapped in a blanket in my bathingsuit (thankful I wasn't naked)? The sun is rising. Seagulls are flying low enough for an early morning …
Deep in the night dreams chase a whimsical song; such a sweet serenade. dearest reverie your image never fades and I have found myself in bed with a stranger. hands that do not fit, words that cast shadows. abstract rhetoric does not ring true. Saint Christopherslips between my fingers - I am lost… closing my …
The first sail; 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 past...I …
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 …
We were a slow dance; a block party smooth the sound of Rosie and The Originals - floatsabove "Angel baby, my angel baby; whoo hoo I love you, whoo hoo I do..." in-sync two step - glide. © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
I continue to stand between a breakwater and a shallow grave all the while off in the distanceI can hear with clarity; the call of an untamable and vast oceangentle hands holding sand and sea reach;holding space for my most joyful dreams I have danced on a narrow sandbar; built by drifting seashells and lost …
Trilby Yates 