She moves through everything, tangible or not with light and air uplifting anticipation; which isn't a sin unless you live there Pages turned with care not to disturb the intent or thought; a sacred sanctuary and her heart aches, but letting go is a gift - time honored Silver box unlocked old watches won't rewind …
Tag: love
Hope Is Love
The future, a myriad of bright lights Shimmering within a golden glow Hints of fuchsia, cherry and all its many versions; Garnet, crimson, scarlet and lipstick red Green the color of hope, rebirth, renewal, The learning curve; an archway of love and loss; "Strength and support, lightness and openness within density, thresholds into liminal space" …
Shadow Dance
My shadow dances in the surf, White sand with all its imperfections stretches To the edges of the horizon and beyond; - a necessary growth surge That place, beyond, has flipped my internal script - a self proclaimed narrative re-write Each step playfully kicks up stardust, Stirring up the undertow of my senses, my soul; …
Summer Sanctuary
Summer sanctuary quarantined haven, without any sense of what day of the week it is And just as everything begins to blur; one day, occasionally playfully, running into the next, a shift in the cosmos sets my thoughts into a fragmented stream of color - a heavenly spiral upward There's a history, a commonality; cyber-space …
Days To Come
There is a whisper in the wind Landing gently on our dreams - of peace A life full of hope and love Entwined with our past and theirs A silk ribbon weaving together All that we have come to know Nothing can be denied when the heart opens, Clearing a place for a future full …
Grace
Emptiness is a hollow space longing to fill a void Longing to feel a sense of grace ...sanctioned by the loved and lost Where all the plus and minus’s are scorned Thinly veiled and sharp edges cut deep wounds Splinters of blood appear thicker than water And grace will come like a ray of sunlight …
Anticipation
Whispers; a hint of sound, a gentle push - time that slips beyond space holds liquid-like-air; nothing tangible, making it even more intriguing. Yet, when the wind blows and the sand slip between my fingers like pearls of wisdom from an unforgiving past and words fall lovingly from my own lips, I am continually surprised …
Lovelorn
It’s quiet, 5-something-AM silence is like a golden charm worn resting reverie, proudly by the lost and lovelorn And I’ve never known that side of the calm; always standing feet planted reluctantly within the eye of the storm Eventually the sun will rise, shining a brilliant spotlight on all the hidden truths and lies; And …
Bitter Pill
I float inches above the ground and when I begin to touch down I feel scattered Earth and flesh abound my survival is circumstantial And I weep at the thought of landing - soft place irrelevant A need to tangle outside the fray is a bitter pill A battle from day to day. ©2019 TrilbyYates
Trilby Yates 