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…
The first sail, a the feeling of nothing beneath you but a fluid sense like water...fluid...ever changing...nothing stays the same...life I was dreaming about my husband...sleeping in the v-berthsinging songs with the angels. we were on my sailboatI prayed that he would keep singing and never stopWhen I realized it was an echo from the …
He just laughed...as if an innocent Turned his head looking back over his shoulder A grin that could make the devil himself blush And then; he winked and held out his handBeckoning me to come closer - if I daredTempting me, letting me in on a secret A trip into a vibrant dream stateOf tall …
A shooting star moment When reality crosses over From wishful thinking To the end of second guessing And it's in that momentEyes close several deep breathes A pause and a decision To let goTo make space for loveFor the possibility of loveAnd/or to acknowledge That the future is a solo trip And the journey Can …
Sun rises above NYC - glorioushot pink splashing across the sky with fingerprints of a lingering nightand I'm stumbling around like some kind of innocent still asking the same questions and still wondering whymaybe it has more to do with the bend in me than the way the world spins slightly off kilterwhite knuckling burn …
I float - occasionally the tips of my toes Touch down gently; a soft sacred grounding A moment of salvation; a need to clear ...my head and heart Life, I have discovered cannot be lived To it's fullest beauty holding onto images Of a boy and girl from so long ago Photographs from yearbooks past …
The future, a myriad of bright lights Shimmering within a golden glow Hints of fuchsia, cherry and all its many versions; Garnet, crimson, scarlet and lipstick red Green the color of hope, rebirth, renewal, The learning curve; an archway of love and loss; "Strength and support, lightness and openness within density, thresholds into liminal space" …
There is something about the early morning light the way is bounces and throws patterns lacy images shadowy dancing lovers reminders of times and moments held so dear my chest aches held without reason or clarity purity of the senses and every song that ever mattered in my adolescence playing on an auto rewind flip …
Sun down, moon rise; sleep comes with a price And as I drift off reluctantly; I am captivated Imagery shifts black and white to color Shadows and night-life illuminate as candles glow Sweet music shifts and shuffles with ease I move from my comfort zone cautiously; ...Even dreams can not escape morals or shame We …
Ice cubes in a glass Tito's poured slowly tonic two fingers from the top slice of lime juice rubbed around the rim walk outside feel the ocean breeze and drift away we sit across a small table from one another candle light spins time into a void you look at me eyes still sky blue …
Trilby Yates 