There are times when you meet someone - and there are no words spoken There is no agenda There is no preconceived notion There is that first look That first visual forever etched into the mind The color of the eyes - not even a smile or glint of wonder Just a simple clear sense …
Tag: memory
Kisses In The Dark
Glass slipper shatters As you walk on water Like the second coming Of someone of substance Someone we have All been longing for Only you care about the timing Of this desperate game Life and all its little ...inconsequential - s Universal plan falls Neatly into place Like domino's standing In a carefully placed row …
Splinters Of Temptation
There are few places I can go a few places that don't throw me off track circle back and start again - Waking up to a new day surviving another day a fresh start - Short term memory lapse starting all over again all over again Rat in a golden cage spinning spokes jagged edges …
Happier Days Are On The Rise
Surprised at the emotions spurred by photographs of you a past romance and tenderness not forgotten. But a touch of fear begins to surface - a simple notion from chest to throat, a slight pulse rise. What if you feel my lingering thoughts, as they pass from here to there? Would you even care? No …
Delicately Choreographed Dance
By the end of this dream life as we glide or stumble from path to journey road block or stepping stone not a macabre scheme in the moment unaware of the transformation the information the lack of overload double-fisted hands of fate stride in never tipping "its" intention knowing full well ignorance is not a …
Déjà vu Love Affair
You kissed me first, I remember it well, laughter fills the air you flash that Sandbar grin memories dock side keep flaunting happiness as if it were something attainable sustainable not fleeting or a mere moment of joy from the past your eyes meeting mine not the first time déjà vu quick glance second chance …
Best Is Yet To Come
Silver spoons and snake skins hanging from the rear view mirror top down and the wind is blowing like there is something on fire keeping my demons at bay and when the devil is at the cross roads tapping his foot impatiently waiting for the woman dressed in black my widows walk doesn't seem so …
Til Death We Do part
Words waft by in the cool night air yesterday has somehow become my bed mate and in the deepest space my heart holds truth there is a place full of love and treasures vignettes never fading far from view but as time stands still for no one and this life continues to dance like a …
Trilby Yates 