I float inches above the ground and when I begin to touch down I feel scattered Earth and flesh abound my survival is circumstantial And I weep at the thought of landing - soft place irrelevant A need to tangle outside the fray is a bitter pill A battle from day to day. ©2019 TrilbyYates
Tag: vows
Til Death We Do part
Words waft by in the cool night air yesterday has somehow become my bed mate and in the deepest space my heart holds truth there is a place full of love and treasures vignettes never fading far from view but as time stands still for no one and this life continues to dance like a …
Trilby Yates 