Twilight lasts until the sunrise chases it away A magical part of a new day dawning A continuous repetitive cycle pushing me forward The monotony of it doesn't bore me, nor a life long love Hell bent or chasing angels, I float reluctantly Wind chimes are still; even in the midst of a storm Dream-catchers …
Tag: soul
A Peaceful Respite
Silence is golden, a cherished gift If looked at from the flip side I can go there sometimes; with a gentle push From those that love me Allowing me to rest, to let the fragility Of my heart to take a break Not to skip a beat or hold hand to chest; But a peaceful …
Arrow Of Love And Delight
Skyline sunrise, sunset; distant star off to the left shines bright Wisdom goes hand in hand with missteps and slit wrists; a metaphor to describe and convey the impact - dramatic effect and such Sleepless nights, slow mornings, afternoons turn into evenings without incident And when memories dance about it's as if some cruel entity …
Tattoo To The Heart
Zip ties, dead bolt locked up tight Cardboard boxes, wrapping paper and tape Piles of questions and lost hopes - reflection, reflection Hindsight is a pathway to If only, what if I should have, could have, Why didn't I? Am I a reluctant recipient? Widow Of The Harbor - forever more? Walking alone because time …
Temporarily Closed
Late night steam roller street lights shimmer and all I can hope for is an uneventful return to my home safe haven middle of the bed sleepless nights I've lost the power of prayer uneasy borderline reckless and I can't guarantee the right path is the one to take choices made promises unspoken holding wounds close …
Steal Away
Hush little baby... don't you cry, don't you cry Night closes in, surround sound lull Bags packed, slipping out before the early morning sunrise Old Man Winter blows; disbelief - shadows in the night Dreams shift like images from an old romantic movie, - black and white soft painful blur; time does not stands still …
Significance Of Time
Keepsakes found tucked away somewhere In-between the pages of my past Held lovingly in the arms Of worn bindings and bookcases Dust flies defensively Almost as a way of protection From the invasion of my Seeking hands and eyes The reclusive nature of a "fade-away" Forgotten notes found and remembered In a twist of time …
An Irishman
A fog drifts from The Cliffs of Moher Blanketing the land with a mist - a mysterious allure So green and lush velvet-esk; - imaginary touch A sight that can only be seen from high above And when the spoken word of storytellers, poets and such, - mesmerizing imaginations Wizardry; the enchantment of leprechauns Myth …
Answers Lie Within 444
Whispers dance in mid-air entwined words gently hover; "I love you" A vibration bounce Wall to window, a distant wind chime; echo's are in unison "I love you" Somewhere between each word, a hint of long ago a song sung; no longer as loud as it once was A powerful sense of light hearted Angels …
Trilby Yates 