Wine filled fluted glasses crystal cut with precise intention captures the essence of light introspective reflection of the heart and soul once a year - I take pause, it is a continuous process; the potential has no ending Candles flicker sparks fly a room filled with joy and laughter prompted by the holiday high but …
Tag: sadness
Muse
Rain is falling wind blows I find myself resting in the familiar back in those days and nights when we were one another's life line hanging on for dear life death every breath Mid night mid day sun doesn't rise you would whisper random thoughts that played like songs from a cherished album I would …
Mourning Dove
Quiet nights slow slumber restless heart beats without intent You place your head on my chest as I brush the hair from your eyes I can feel your wondering thoughts with questions deep Penetrating my soul with anticipation and sorrow for all that you are yet to experience And what this life has handed us …
Label Maker
Call it what you will Give it a name Wrapped neatly Round peg in a square hole Label it, categorize, alphabetize Comfort zone is not your own Call it what you will My experience is below the belt Anxiety felt pressure build up Pit of my stomach Elephant sitting on my chest Close my eyes …
Looking Out To Sea
It was something something out of a movie scene From Here To Eternity we were laying in the sand tide came up rushing over us all entangled arms and legs finger tips tracing a pathway to the soul your mouth on mine whispering words ...you are so beautiful so beautiful... kissing my neck gentle hands …
You Do Not Know Me
I am a prisoner of time and space held within the boundaries of a sanctioned God anointed birth the law of the land the law of religion and unquestioned faith the law of responsibility to all those that have come before and after the psychological weapons chains of societal norms guilt, shame, selfishness keeping me …
Carte Blanche
Listen to the crimson rattle! Death calls... Feel the labyrinth shake! Earth moves... Is it love pounding at the hearts door? Or could it be the bubbling of skin so thick that no one dare come close enough nor get under it? Embrace the roll that comes when notes and vibrations soar to hidden places …
Geographically Undesirable
The rain is falling Wind is singing songs Beyond the dunes Dark clouds form overhead And the waves have Kicked up a notch Perfect back drop For a romantic at heart Pinned with dedication To my worn out sleeve I walk barefoot in the tide Emotions and passion Rush in pulling at my vulnerabilities But …
I Float Alone
Drifting off left, maybe south of the last stop on any given day when all that reaches the deepest moments, the most profound statements or thoughts slip so easily from my grasp and when I let the light in the last bit of anticipation, I float alone Time shifts and the sand slips from my …
Trilby Yates 