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…
You and mewe come together in the dark of night I close my eyes and drift offYou feel like a dream And I'm still waiting for someone to touch my heart in the purity ofa morning's light I'm dancing on the edge of something so beautiful waiting waiting for you...who ever you are © 2022 …
...if i could i would take a train metro north, GCS grab a cab 14th w39th street ferry terminal step on board - 2nd stop hobo call lyft, palisades ave kiss the 1st boy that opens the door kiss the 2nd boy sitting on the steps i'd never forget you, but my memories wouldn't be …
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 …
Love here or there fine lines filled with brilliance a hint of hope and shades of blue for added ambiance and when the wind blows whistling through the dunes on a cool subdued night somewhere off in the distant fog words slip from passionate lips with only the slightest sense of tomorrows regret hovering …
I can walk down the street with my wings glistening in the moonlight and my skirt hiked up to Heaven I can carry a tune and write the lyrics with my eyes glazed over from the lack of empathy One hit wonder fly by night captivator feet never firmly planted on the ground Surround sound …
How could we have ever known what was in our heart when all along the way we hid behind each others shadows a child's game of hide and seek growing pains leaps and bounds scatter brained ideas and schemes that seemed so right ...at the time and in the moment When star crossed lovers held on …
...just hanging around hat in hand daze, wind blows a chill to the bone with a cup of java just waiting to be sipped ever so slowly...warmth seeps through the palms of my hands. Black and white, color Kodachrome sugar coated thoughts pop in and out of the 3rd eye of the mind just roll …
Pen to paper can be intimidating - old school writing feels awkward when it has been years since the last time I actually put...pen to paper. But on this trip no laptop, no word processing devices - didn't think to bring anything along to write with...front desk, sweet faced young man - red curly hair …
How well you thought you knew me; not so long ago when I walked the rocky coast late at night - New England rag tag shore line But, it was in my darkest hours that you seemed to fade away... An ambiguous image blurred and out of view Like two proverbial battle weary ships, in …
Trilby Yates 