The sound of footsteps shuffle by slow drag on the left side some memories linger like a full kiss soft lips boy sitting under a full moon church yard by the lake Parisian night smell of canvas and oils - chalk images outline nude figures hands of romance radiant eyes your touch was all I …
Tag: tide
Geographically Undesirable
The rain is falling Wind is singing songs Beyond the dunes Dark clouds form overhead And the waves have Kicked up a notch Perfect back drop For a romantic at heart Pinned with dedication To my worn out sleeve I walk barefoot in the tide Emotions and passion Rush in pulling at my vulnerabilities But …
Beyond The Fog
Early morning light peers through tiny cracks like a private eye - subtle surveillance Between nightmares and day-dreams there is a harsh sense that shoots across the sky As reality focuses on the blurred vision of weary eyes and the only time line has spanned the universe A love that lives in another sphere…what is …
Same Old
Stumbling down the road I don’t waste time looking back But, the past is like a dog with an unforgettable bone …just wont give it up or let it go And not that any of it matters They say I am where I’m supposed to be; according to the universe, biorhythms and time charts, even …
Magic 8 Ball
Love is a blank sheet of paper, a black hole; shooting stars veer off into the darkness when there is - nothing... Love is a genie in a bottle with no way to escape, at the mercy of its master ...It is the closest thing to the magnificent Magic 8 Ball, revealing all without being smashed into …
Soothing Vibration
Early morning sun begins to wake up Arm reaching yawn splintered beams of light stretch across the horizon While a lazy lapping of the tide comes and goes repeating a pattern in perfect sync with the pull of the moon, as it faithfully orbits the earth Off in the distance a curved line remains a …
Let It Go
Saw myself running in my dreams Heard the crash of the rising tide Like a child's lullaby I let its soothing sound rush up and rush over me And in the loneliest moments I knew there really wasn't much left to do ...but let it go, let it go Looking up into the deepest blue …
Trilby Yates 