Mulling
It Over
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 knew
consequences
were a distant star
the
Milky Way is so very far away
so
far, far away
and
as time moves on
new
lines are written…
I’ve
sailed within limitless
tides
of high, tides of low
you
held my heart precious
silver
goose treasured gold
my
music man he comes and goes
leaving
notes that fill the spaces
that
flow through my veins
and
hollowed places
when
will you play
your
song for me again…
creative
powers pull me in
last
time reflective bounce
twin
flame and soul connection
my
life continues
self
portrait a master piece of perception
imitation
of art and such…
Timothy
Leary
Standing
on the sidewalk,
small
man with a cigar
leering
past
puff
of smoke
clouds
camouflage
his
true intentions
conveyor
belt
rolls
me in
to a
land
of
the unknown
no
cart
just
a red basket
in
hand
and
the lights glare
chasing
the shadows
clarity
is a check out counter
and
the cashier
can’t
pronounce my name
off
to the left
is a
midget
on a
stepping stool
and
a woman
wearing
a burka
glares
at
the length of my skirt
while
two Chinese ladies
debate
the expiration date
on a
can of chow mien
and
the eggplant echo’s
a
dull thud
ready
or not
life
is a ride
in
the express lane
guaranteed
to derail
half
way there
and
who cares
when
jumping the line
is
like a free trip
from
Timothy Leary
only
there is never
a
way back
to
days of long
and
innocence
that
somehow reinvent themselves
over
time and in the here and now
I
still wonder
when
what is not beyond
the
chapters of sanity
will
this life resonate all it has to offer…
©
2012 Trilby Yates
