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…
A rainy Sunday I weave and dance slip between time and space morphing into little snippets moments of joy and love and with daily meditation the clarity that forms makes it possible to reach out and touch the emotions the purity of promise and desire when love and passion connect you draw a detailed map …
Twilight lasts until the sunrise chases it away A magical part of a new day dawning A continuous repetitive cycle pushing me forward The monotony of it doesn't bore me, nor a life long love Hell bent or chasing angels, I float reluctantly Wind chimes are still; even in the midst of a storm Dream-catchers …
I wear a kimono drink Tito’s with Topo Chico and lime Cry when too many questions are asked No malice “...wanting to get to know you...” Look around reminders soft whispers Catch me off guard my chest aches You are gone but I know you are here Seems I can’t or won’t let go Been …
Trilby Yates 