My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Something about the way a sailboat soothes the weary When the heart is shattered and nothing makes sense The gentle way it rolls and holds with each wave Newport nights a place where a safe harbor And a safe haven align like the stars in the skyOr when lovers move insync I took your hand …
So we go out to this bar Saturday night sure thing Down on the west side Of the infamous Hudson River Blonde bombshell with crew and dark haired mystery woman Tapan Zee to the north GWB to the south Across the river a whistle On the Hudson Line blows smoke While flying by everyone waves …
One foot in front of the other a sexy aloof sway of the hips purposely oblivious to watching eyes entranced by the sounds that surround Atlantic breeze always makes the heart skip a beat passion still flows - A smile appears as corners turn up on glossy full lips simple thought sings silently when out …
Days begin to fade away Newport sunset lingers dock begins to sway sentimental thoughts make my heart ache but not with the intensity as before images seem so fresh I can reach out and touch... there is this very fine line between love and guilt wrapped so neatly in metaphors our lives meshed together …
Sailboat w/ lights Rowayton CT New moon, dark sky and starlight Search in silent reverie for a moment Grand plan in the scheme of things A tidal wave of emotion Filmstrip days move by frame to frame Floating images a seductive dance Creative process takes its toll There is no apparent wisdom Precious territory wrapped …
Trilby Yates 