Hush little baby... don't you cry, don't you cry Night closes in, surround sound lull Bags packed, slipping out before the early morning sunrise Old Man Winter blows; disbelief - shadows in the night Dreams shift like images from an old romantic movie, - black and white soft painful blur; time does not stands still …
Tag: love
Off The Grid
Off the grid hanging on by a mere thread And what goes around comes around Full circle makes my head spin - takes my breath away When the past rears its angelic head Emotions tap dance with absentee partners Now and then all the best intentions Turn from blue skies to a storm brewing I …
I Linger
I linger I move from here to there I question every word ...every moment I hold my breath to keep the pain out I hold my chest to keep the pain in I linger I go over everything my memory holds I dissect the gestures, the nuances, 444 I hold my chest to keep my …
2021 Drift
It's early morning, a new day reluctantly peaks through clouds that are filled with rain - maximum capacity. The temperature has a chill to it - a teeth chattering freeze. A direct message shot across the bow from Old Man Winter - a not so subtle poke as a reminder, like a child demanding attention …
Deep Breath Sigh
We walk the streets; A new city under our feet A sense of awe, this is our home - deep breath sigh... With child-like delight We capture neighborhood images You hold my hand, eyes wide, face-masks on We now know what we didn't Welcoming our new surroundings; Back yard Lady Liberty, NYC skyline Mind …
Reluctantly Let Go
My very own life shifting drift off, Time capsules of sort, placed into boxes The past wrapped in paper, carefully taped With black magic marker lettering; Fragile, fine china, kitchen etc. Every move has a purpose - an intention - I recall thinking, nothing is by chance, nothing is a coincidence Good, bad or indifferent …
Significance Of Time
Keepsakes found tucked away somewhere In-between the pages of my past Held lovingly in the arms Of worn bindings and bookcases Dust flies defensively Almost as a way of protection From the invasion of my Seeking hands and eyes The reclusive nature of a "fade-away" Forgotten notes found and remembered In a twist of time …
An Irishman
A fog drifts from The Cliffs of Moher Blanketing the land with a mist - a mysterious allure So green and lush velvet-esk; - imaginary touch A sight that can only be seen from high above And when the spoken word of storytellers, poets and such, - mesmerizing imaginations Wizardry; the enchantment of leprechauns Myth …
Answers Lie Within 444
Whispers dance in mid-air entwined words gently hover; "I love you" A vibration bounce Wall to window, a distant wind chime; echo's are in unison "I love you" Somewhere between each word, a hint of long ago a song sung; no longer as loud as it once was A powerful sense of light hearted Angels …
Trilby Yates 