Midnight, 1:47AM EST 3:00AM EST tick tock Tick tock 3:57AM EST Tick tock, tick tock Hands of the clock Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme Counting sheep A pathway to sleep 5:05AM EST Skipping stones Jump the track Don't look back Don't look back Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme A reluctant move forward Keep it simple …
Tag: sadness
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 …
Off The Grid
Off the grid hanging on by a mere thread And what goes around comes around Full circle makes my head spin - takes my breath away When the past rears its angelic head Emotions tap dance with absentee partners Now and then all the best intentions Turn from blue skies to a storm brewing I …
I Linger
I linger I move from here to there I question every word ...every moment I hold my breath to keep the pain out I hold my chest to keep the pain in I linger I go over everything my memory holds I dissect the gestures, the nuances, 444 I hold my chest to keep my …
2021 Drift
It's early morning, a new day reluctantly peaks through clouds that are filled with rain - maximum capacity. The temperature has a chill to it - a teeth chattering freeze. A direct message shot across the bow from Old Man Winter - a not so subtle poke as a reminder, like a child demanding attention …
Deep Breath Sigh
We walk the streets; A new city under our feet A sense of awe, this is our home - deep breath sigh... With child-like delight We capture neighborhood images You hold my hand, eyes wide, face-masks on We now know what we didn't Welcoming our new surroundings; Back yard Lady Liberty, NYC skyline Mind …
Reluctantly Let Go
My very own life shifting drift off, Time capsules of sort, placed into boxes The past wrapped in paper, carefully taped With black magic marker lettering; Fragile, fine china, kitchen etc. Every move has a purpose - an intention - I recall thinking, nothing is by chance, nothing is a coincidence Good, bad or indifferent …
Significance Of Time
Keepsakes found tucked away somewhere In-between the pages of my past Held lovingly in the arms Of worn bindings and bookcases Dust flies defensively Almost as a way of protection From the invasion of my Seeking hands and eyes The reclusive nature of a "fade-away" Forgotten notes found and remembered In a twist of time …
Big Brother
I was dreaming, sleepy comfort zone Walking with my big brother Familiar streets a memory of our time together A sensation wisps of joy of safety of family His smile beaming my pride worn like a badge of honor Beaming like a light into the future A beacon in the night guidance rough seas ahead …
Trilby Yates 