Saturday, September 19, 2009

Fall 2009



Gentle Reminder

Slight rush of wind, gentle reminder, touch to the cheek… gentle reminder
Deep dreams, vivid color, love story, continuous waft …gentle reminder
Seasons slip, summer to fall, cool breeze, last sail…gentle reminder
Songs satisfy, empty spaces, lyrics ring true, tune, familiar hum…gentle reminder
Tender moments, sleepless nights, AM chatter, smiles kiss the sky…gentle reminder
Finger tips, poignant embrace, time and distance, union remains, forever the same …gentle reminder
Another moment, another day, incessant, without you as I lovingly drift off, fade away…gentle reminder…gentle reminder

Exhale

Exhale…
slow release
thoughts jump the rope
skip to simple complex closure of the mind
leave the day on a slow train
like a boat to China
no direction
short of misgivings or concern
fast track
take my hand
leading the way
fork in the road
wind blows
from the north shore
leaving less than what is anticipated
when expectations are already at a low
subtle smile lingers on…

Sail Away With Me

Waves caress port side
leaning to the left
fill the sails with a new direction
unknown
last breath
secrets from the other side –
whispering angels hovering above…let him exhale one more time…
prayers are rarely answered and coincidence never ring true
songs blow by
haunting tunes of love and sorrow,
“…sail away with me honey, hold my heart in your hands, sail away with me honey, sail away with me now…”

Shore of Recollection

Take hold love
Aim into the wind
Quick get away
As darkness surrounds
Dimming light
Off in the distance
Where once you wrapped your arms around me
Kissed my face, forehead, eyes and lips
Visions are clear
Memories never fade
To that distant
Shore of recollection

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Fall is in the air...



Van Gogh...Lost Lover (September 12, 2009)

What is held in those moments late at night when the light from the moon doesn’t shine as bright as it once did when your hand fit perfectly into mine?

What happens to a memory that is meant to fade as time and aging slip away to a quieter place where the song is sentimental and the image remains crystal clear?

What will a gentle touch gliding across a body once promised never to stray bring to lips that have not been kissed with the passion of Van Gogh…lost lover?

Life pushes though slivers of time as sand adjusts beneath my feet on a far off shore line that holds the answers to endless questions that seem beyond the realm of compassion...


Memory Lane (9.6.09)

Up date
change of status
what’s next
we never know
Take a step
beyond the shadows
slip into something less discrete
Black satin with a twist of lace
when all else fails
there’s always Eau de Parfum
tantalizing the senses
taste of fine wine
touch of a soft hand
finger tips draw a line
map from head to toe
taking detours
getting lost
when nothing in life
stays the same
taking a stroll
down Memory Lane

© 2009 Trilby Yates