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: romance
#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 …
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 …
I Remain Lost
Middle of the night wake up call; a gentle humWhile off in the distance a fog horn blowsSweet songs of love and longing - my soul shiftsAnticipation; the sounds of mourning doves cooing Pre-dawn a new day's potential is just an illusion Holding my imagination like a child with a short attention spanKnowing I can …
Proverbial Spark
3rd floor walk up windows with a view Neighborhood in the heights Grand old homes line the avenue Reflective of a time when there was no WiFi A feel of romance dances about with an undeniable allure A subtle buzz fills every room energy, passion, love You tell me stories; your youth, what it was …
Steal Away
Hush little baby... don't you cry, don't you cry Night closes in, surround sound lull Bags packed, slipping out before the early morning sunrise Old Man Winter blows; disbelief - shadows in the night Dreams shift like images from an old romantic movie, - black and white soft painful blur; time does not stands still …
Pressed Against My Soul
Deep sleep dreams slip from an image to a place Lost in time travel, yet it all makes sense Moment to moment, breath to breathless, deepest solitude Once I climbed a mountain high, stood at the summit Reached up, stretched finger tips and grabbed the sun The only burn I felt was my ego as …
Berklee Story
A moment a shuffle throw one back gently put that baby down every musician has a Berklee story none as poignant as mine and you spin storytelling to a new high I can't recall the last time I laughed so hard the last time I laughed...the last time Memory lane dims and time fades agony …
Oxymoron
Sound down images skip back and forth across the stage life isn't always a vibe high fresh face light up the sky quick fisted moments linger daydreams give pause a glimpse of hope and bewilderment yet we remain we continue on and if we choose to cut our loses and bag it consequences loom clouded …
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