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…
What happens when time slips and echos turn into soft murmurs that you don’t recognize any longer but there is something familiar in the wind the way it skims gently across your cheeks tussles your hair playful what happens when you are humming a tune but can’t remember the words or the name of the song but you know you always loved it what …
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 …
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.
She stood still, cold wind blows, bare hands shaking eyes wide as the news translates from doom and gloom to Christmas cheer; she would sing if she could. Tangled web of high ratings money flows in an upward motion...there is no downward trickle in her neighborhood. A few blocks tourists know a magical place to …
Summer time blues drift off as fall rattles its cageThe wind is blowing a gut punch across the sky; with the hopes of some spontaneous recognition Fourth floor apartment to the left; stereo cranked up torches everyone in ear shot...a minimum ten block radiusA memory tapping melody that drifts;lifting the air to an all encompassing …
The day seeps in with glimpses of a slow sunrise and the sound of waves crashingFor a moment my heart feels full and moves from my sleeve to the center of my chestSand beneath my feet; salt in the air, I take what I can...a deep breath in and a slow blow outYou will never …
Wind blows across ocean The Atlantic roars Carrying a scent Of salt and recovery Sand beneath my feet, Your hand in mine As we walk the shoreline Finding seashells, An array of color - texture Sea glass; green, blue, Yellow, opaque white Placed in a jar to hold Our newly made memories Heart filled keepsakes …
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