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.
Tag: passion
#7
It is a fine line between truth and silence text messages overlap a long drive upstate vineyards reasons behind buying a car and a ferry ride daytime weekend trips evening walks on the Avenue back to your place #7 drinks music chatter and passion morning comes and goes coffee in bed brings us to an …
No Place For Love
It takes a sacred space in the heart To truly own and except what has been Words spoken or the silence of the unspoken The proverbial bell that can't be un-rung "I love you" never passes through lips or floats in the airWhen reality is like a twist of the heart stringsAt first it is …
Strands Of My Hair
They say things happen for a reasonIt is what it is - so on and so on I am a blank page, a clean slateI believe it to be mine aloneMy personally drawn life map Day by day, sun shining - the sounds of a mourning dove's cooMy likes, dislikes, love and lovers; friends or …
Forever Lover
Late night summer walk up the hill to an InnThat rests high above the sea Starlight so clear, bright; still amazes me Enough to stop, take a breath; pause Each step is a reminder of all that I have ...found and lost Where I've been and where I'm going Should I go left or right …
Summer Love
Imagine stepping outside; early enough to witnessthe sun just about to rise, throwing streaks of goldslowly opening the screen door, old wood frame hearing sounds; sounds of the largest formation on the planet, uninterrupted with its intentions, motivations and natural ability of simply being a silhouette of sand and sea; birds fly overhead seashells scattered …
Leonard C.
There is something about the way early morning light bounces and throws patterns Lacy images; shadows outline a lovers bodyReminders of times and momentsI hold so dear, so tightly my chest aches;with no reason, clarity or explanation of my own And every song that ever moved me, or word that held me with gentle hands;throughout …
Sway With The Wind
I move reluctantly from the fire escaping into the mist of a fog drifting off to a place of peaceful reverie - my preference over the day to day reality where love can be a facade Lyrics to old love songs hold my heart tenderly I lean into each notesway to the soundsway with the …
Possibility Of Love
Rain falls warm spring late night Street lights glistensWalking the avenue Pass a favorite rendezvous Grab a corner table outside A few minutes here or there Reaching across the tableTouching your face Flash back to when I believed ...in the possibility of love © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
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