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…
Reciprocated love - bellissimo amoreknowing when it's not you know what you know you don't what you don't...but each time there is a riska sting to the heartanother lesson learned a bee gathers pollen from a flowerpassing it onto the next flower ...until you get too close Reality is clear like truth and trust but …
I can see it in your eyes replaying like your favorite flick; ...over and over again - And all I can hear is the banging of the drum... and you, you remind me with a repetitive triple stroke drum roll; telling me your secrets in my sleep whispered secrets in my sleep - Slipping into …
A non-descript package arrived one day when the earth felt like it had stopped moving and a continuous chill ran from my spine to the center of my chest breathing became a bore without intention or respect to slip away from coast to coast shore to shore would have been more than an effort time …
You lean a little to the left drawing me closer pulling me into your heart Your hands are tender but I can still feel your inner strength ...and I don't move away All that matters is the feel of your face close to mine I am in awe of the way you seep into me …
Salty air morning dew lay softly on my skin a beautiful wind blows off the eastern side of a blue moon and a wave from far away delights and dashes hope while stirring memories from an off-kilter moment when time stood still and what we shared remains illusive I think of you often Stolen kisses …
Your father is not mine My mother is yours We grew up in the same house Your eyes are blue Mine brown We shared the same dreams and nightmares You carried yours As a concealed weapon hidden Mine on my sleeve A rebel flag fully exposed You ran with the wind at your back chasing …
Waves caress port side leaning to the left filling the sails with a new direction unknown last breath secrets from the other side – Whispering angels hovering above - let him exhale one more time… But I know prayers are rarely answered and coincidences never ring true And songs blow by haunting tunes of love …
If the stars had been aligned and the winds blew a gentler breeze from the east crossing over the Sound arriving on lands end and a full harvest moon had been on the rise maybe then we would have realized life is a short seductive story bitter sweet at times and the best is not …
Trilby Yates 