My love of sea and sail vast sky ocean wide Yet I fear a full moon cycle tide high rise Tide falls low sand bar run aground Claustrophobic angst contradicts the obvious Looking out beyond the beyond no land insight And I feel small minuscule the context of the endlessness that is before me I …
Tag: sadness
Wounded
Black and white Polaroid Cracked and yellowed hazy soft Almost saintly images float A past that reflects tunnel vision Hells gate only hope for salvation Only hope for a warm way out A stepping off cutting it short train track Silver bullet high dive from New York’s most revered Deep and dark the pain of …
Sunrise Rush
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 …
Into The Blue
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 …
Pull the Trigger
Yea, I can't quite shake the dreams that haunt me those images that play out slowly drag on black and white as if from another time another sliver between now and then a wedge between the past and the present moving forward is a monumental task and I'm spent man worn to the bone sitting …
Black Balloon
I fill my room with black balloons helium high keeps me up at night but that's the least of my worries and I have few in comparison to years ago when I dreaded the rise of the sun...or its setting The clouds hang low every now and then And off in the distance there is …
Time Line Unwind
Late night street lights buzz and flicker almost a bit too much of a slow beat drag slip your hand into mine and lets walk along the river Brooklyn Bridge backdrop illuminating and I can't see past the halo around your head All that glitters isn't gold and baby don't I know it to be …
Weekend
It's the weekend...end of the week beginning of the week long and short of it makes no sense beginnings or endings they all fall into neat little boxes with a top and a bottom a piece of cloud like fluff inside gently placed each emotion carefully tucked in, the corners soundly folded under the top …
Washes Over Me
I walked with you only to learn what it meant to feel sand and sea washing over me Sand and the sea have a way of cleansing the senses and freeing the soul Twists and turns, knots and noose fall slack and slumber eases its way backward; - nothing short of insomnia I walked with …
Trilby Yates 