I wish you were my friend my confidant lover the one that would hold me close when the wind doesn't blow the one that would keep the sails full even though all odds are against us and when the shadows from a dark past come to surface you alone would illuminate my senses clearing the …
Tag: senses
Self
Flickering flash light sparkling florescent glitter weaving shadowy reflections and sounds vibrating - Imagine: tiny poetic dancers movements fluttering on stucco walls texture rubs the senses with twirling drips of a grand illusion fan fare and flags waving... with no peaceful conclusion - Yet the heart continues to pose question after question without clarity - the …
Trilby Yates 