Walking beyond the dunes sea grass slips between my fingers The roar of the ocean calms my nerves and I remember how you felt beneath the waves The Siren's song whistles in the night carried by an ocean breeze; and every night your memory brings me to my knees And I wonder... Heaven, Hell or …
Trilby Yates
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…
