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…
Something about the way a sailboat soothes the weary When the heart is shattered and nothing makes sense The gentle way it rolls and holds with each wave Newport nights a place where a safe harbor And a safe haven align like the stars in the skyOr when lovers move insync I took your hand …
This time of the year comes around sails full and heart strings pull ....which way do I lean A hard wind blows and I still don't know how to live this life ...in the darkness Candle light seeps through veins of hope and the night dances on and on off in the distance a familiar …
Gentle motion sway your eyes reach across the distance and time remain the same for me... I often wonder about you I often dream about you never completely sub-level mind bend unable to let go ...of long talks hand in hand slow walk from your car to mine dock side harbor lights soften the moments …
Salty air morning dew lay softly on my skin a beautiful wind blows off the eastern side of a blue moon and a wave from far away delights and dashes hope while stirring memories from an off-kilter moment when time stood still and what we shared remains illusive I think of you often Stolen kisses …
Seems like only yesterday the sky was a turquoise shade of blue babies breath and fall surrounded us. We raised our children together coffee clutch at the local diner; Mom's on a break... the gift of gab and so much more the wind was blowing strong As love was falling from our grasp husbands and …
Hands held tight our lives hanging by a thread Newport nights comfort in a smile kisses deep with passion and promise hopes that this crazy world could stop for us for a moment just one single moment in time when all that we saw heard felt would remain true and timeless... ...but nothing seems to …
Days begin to fade away Newport sunset lingers dock begins to sway sentimental thoughts make my heart ache but not with the intensity as before images seem so fresh I can reach out and touch... there is this very fine line between love and guilt wrapped so neatly in metaphors our lives meshed together …
Trilby Yates 