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 …
Tag: trust
Solitude
Sometimes, I sleep walk bumping into my own walls The box seems much smaller in the dark When lights are low and the music is barely an annoying hum That penetrates my one remaining salvation…the silence within And there are always those questions that never see the break of dawn Or the answers that would …
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 …
Sleepless Blues
Midnight, 1:47AM EST 3:00AM EST tick tock Tick tock 3:57AM EST Tick tock, tick tock Hands of the clock Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme Counting sheep A pathway to sleep 5:05AM EST Skipping stones Jump the track Don't look back Don't look back Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme A reluctant move forward Keep it simple …
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 …
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 …
Comfort In The Unknown
Woke up, partial light seeps into dreamscapes and nightmares somewhere out there a thought flies across a cyber sky - no color faux stars shine bright land on the floor next to discarded clothing from the night before a chill in the air and semi-frost on the window-pane child writes I love you finger tip …
Summer Sanctuary
Summer sanctuary quarantined haven, without any sense of what day of the week it is And just as everything begins to blur; one day, occasionally playfully, running into the next, a shift in the cosmos sets my thoughts into a fragmented stream of color - a heavenly spiral upward There's a history, a commonality; cyber-space …
Ghosting
I’ve got nothing. Nothing. Energy high flying buzz off. Don't dare shake a stick at a creative wise-ass. Believe it to be true, says so on my business card - "wise-ass" There are times when the space between a fine line, And a loose cannon are as simple as the abyss That falls amidst a …
Trilby Yates 