Walking toward the morning sunrise ...Red sky at night a sailors delight Red sky in morning sailors take warning... Secluded shore covered in a blanket of Sand and stone… Seashells and colored sea glass Tossed playfully to and fro While footsteps are quietly washed away No remnants left behind An emotional tide of highs and …
Tag: reflection
Self
Flickering flash light sparkling florescent glitter weaving shadowy reflections and sounds vibrating - Imagine: tiny poetic dancers movements fluttering on stucco walls texture rubs the senses with twirling drips of a grand illusion fan fare and flags waving... with no peaceful conclusion - Yet the heart continues to pose question after question without clarity - the …
Small Boy Tender
Small boy tender child Wide brown eyes With an angelic smile… That could melt butter - in his mouth While dripping sweet Saccharine like words Of lies and deceit One push Slight of hand Reaches out To be held - poor little sister Cracked skull Echoed cries and life ...swing in the balance Baby dolls …
Day-Break Ride
…too often in the solitude of when all is said and done after the passions have been met when the dead of night begins its decline and the morning light starts to rise there is an emptiness that comes over me taking me by surprise in the before day-break ride heading home when angst begins …
Chris Matthews Throw Me A Life Line
Heard the words steam roller blow out walking on a branch already broken and the monsters of men want to challenge the path I have already chosen - what's a non gender bender supposed to do? And, and I look to you as a knight in shining armor - and the villain on the tracks …
Grand Gesture
Grand gesture from high above fine line crossed by the remaining faithful and I continue to fall short of expectation when there is no place to land... ...float away on a cloud of perception rejoice in the abstract reflection I''ll lose not a night of sleep and pause at the mere rejection of your love …
In The Mirror
Images drone on meshed together with the sounds that play off key in a mind that can’t seem to wander beyond the walls of one room one room that held a heart and has kept a soul from progressing on to the next phase the next stage of the grief process what ever it is …
Trilby Yates 