Nothing More

Death doesn't knock 
before entering 
unexpected guest 
comes to call 
whispers gentle shush 
soft breeze 
leaving just the slightest 
chill on the cheek 
incomplete bargaining 
back and forth 
ready or not 
sometimes 
maybe 
no 
undetermined peacefulness 
awaiting 
off in the distance 
the unknown throws
lovely shadows
on us all
fear not 
what is on 
the other side 
of nothingness 
we wallow 
in our childhood 
often religiously 
prompted rhetoric 
baby angel 
wings playfully 
brush against 
our core 
reminding us 
there is nothing 
to be afraid of
when there is nothing
more... 

© 2013 Trilby

Sleep Doesn't Come

Bits and pieces 
golden flecks rainbow 
colors 
twirl with delight 
notes and verse 
sing from high 
above 
majestic vibrations 
rattle the senses 
dripping 
deep red blood 
stained holy water 
sprinkled over me
clear blue sky
reflection pool
ripple effect
heart to stone
visions shadow
my private thoughts
....sleep doesn't come
Drum beat 
blue moon 
dancing 
in the sand 
summer sounds 
mesh 
artistic liberty stolen
oh how the wind 
does blow 
worries hover 
hand in hand 
carefree wishes 
to and fro 
gilded cages
self proclaimed
virtuoso 
jack of all trades
master of none
who holds you 
when
...sleep doesn't come ~


© 2013 Trilby

Red Balloon

Hiding 
from the quiet 
stillness 
that comes 
from hanging low 
off the grid 
moonlight shoots 
rays of sadness 
into my veins 
slow drip 
enthusiastic recollection 
skipping stones 
across the Sound 
echos 
back at you baby 
there is no time 
quite like now 
yesterday 
is layered in a haze 
and tomorrow 
holds promises 
like a sieve 
pessimistic anti Christ 
shatters 
optimistic hopes 
for a glance 
backward into the fog 
clarity is a dream state 
that follows me 
around 
like a red balloon 
without translation ~

© 2013 Trilby

Glowing In The Wind

Looking away 
from the coast 
line drawn 
in the sand 
off in the distance 
flat beat 
of another song 
leaves me 
breathless 
hope 
is an addiction 
that bleeds 
ambivalence remains 
with choices made 
walk away 
or glide 
fly high 
or dig in 
depth of despair 
is a drag
old wounds 
don't heal 
they just gradually 
fade away 
when the time 
is right 
unstructured texture 
colors glisten
and life
is no longer
a candle
glowing in the wind... 

© 2013 Trilby