My very own life shifting drift off, Time capsules of sort, placed into boxes The past wrapped in paper, carefully taped With black magic marker lettering; Fragile, fine china, kitchen etc. Every move has a purpose - an intention - I recall thinking, nothing is by chance, nothing is a coincidence Good, bad or indifferent …
Tag: spirits
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 …
House The Demons
He smiles, kicks back - relax...do you want a drink beautiful? Flattery falls from his lips, diamonds of perfection His fingers glide through his long silver hair, he's in his comfort zone He can hold his own in a crowd of young bombers Slow like a cat on the prowl he gets up stretches across the room …
Trilby Yates 