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…
Early morning in the city sun begins to rise - Big Apple shine World wide center of the universe And when love fly's by it's an overhead Of all that is old and all that is new Side-walk up beat and the heart remains open To this or that and all the in-between Although the …
Rings and things; glisten Touch of an angel - wings flutter Sweetest reverie; your image Crystal clear visual - you touch my cheek My heart still, skips a beat Just at the thought... ...just at the mere thought of you Left hand aches, occasionally Phantom pain, from time to time Like a flash flood or …
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 …
I am a time traveler and I can drift off with the best of them - or the worst; it just depends, I suppose I suppose when the wind blows across an ocean so vast only the illusion of it fits with a sense of integrity in the palms of my hands; and suppose I …
Early morning reluctant drift; sleep eludes me once more and sometimes the desire for a hot frothy cup of coffee shakes my dreams loose and there is nothing more awakening than that first step onto a cold floor; a life acknowledged nod, while fairy lights twinkle on the porch with a tender glow; visual comfort...welcome …
Warm cup of coffee hands wrapped tightly around over sized thermos skim latte with a dash of cinnamon comfort zone no way home thoughts interrupt warm and reminiscent shooting shiver from head to toe gazing amusement while black swans glide ceremoniously atop the biting cold waters Saugatuck LIS Atlantic fed riverbed elegantly withdrawn as the …
The day before the last day of the year any year with some reluctance and reflective pause we move forward spinning like a top like a wild beast is chasing us the wind whistles silly baby songs in perfect tune of days gone by but we move forward because that is what we do that …
"Walking down Canal street, one step, two step knocking every door one step, two step couldn't find a whore ..." Double Dutch jump rope rhymes play that beat baby keep the rhythm keep the time... And I know you know I still have your drum set and play louder and harder everyday just to prove …
Trilby Yates 