A sigh, a deep breath in, hold, hold, hold; blow, blow Another sigh this time I'll give it a name It will become an honored daily tradition A sigh, a name, deep breath, blow - Relief These days I walk into the wind I catch snowflakes on my tongue I'm in awe of the community …
Tag: storm
Lovelorn
It’s quiet, 5-something-AM silence is like a golden charm worn resting reverie, proudly by the lost and lovelorn And I’ve never known that side of the calm; always standing feet planted reluctantly within the eye of the storm Eventually the sun will rise, shining a brilliant spotlight on all the hidden truths and lies; And …
Anticipation
Love here or there fine lines filled with brilliance a hint of hope and shades of blue for added ambiance and when the wind blows whistling through the dunes on a cool subdued night somewhere off in the distant fog words slip from passionate lips with only the slightest sense of tomorrows regret hovering …
Trilby Yates 