Second Wedding Anniversary ~ July 1, 2006

"To Where You Are" ~ Josh Groban

Who can say for certain
Maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory's so clear

Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be (?)
That you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above

Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are

Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn't faith believing
All power can't be seen

As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
'Cause you are my
Forever love
Watching me from up above

And I believe
That angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave

Fly me up
To where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are

I know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are...




I Love You Husband ~
Always, Trilby


Jerry and Trilby ~ Getting marriage licence, Home, Wedding day photo's July 1, 2006 and Block Island Honeymoon

© 2008 Pamela Viscomi Yates

Slow flow...thoughts and photo's...

Bended Knee

Walking a path that is unfamiliar
Kicking stones at the crossroad and the
Crucifix faces places unknown with
Hands outstretched pointing the way
And while it never touches me
Each step wanders further from
That sanctuary for poets and martyrs known
And the questions of evolution and faith collide
With smoke of incense lace pattern’s rise
Over an alter of Saints and Sinners
That we trust naively with each step
Taking our chances with Hope as our Guardian Angel
Rosary beads fall gradually to the ground
Slipping from the grasp of a zealot's hands
Yet I continually take the time
To reflect on bended knees
With little to no anticipation
That my prayers will ever be heard …

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First Yawn

First yawn of summer
A slight breeze
The air is warm and cloaked
In an early morning walk
I hear the surround sound
Of a bird’s song
As insects dance above
Blades of silky green
Threads spider webs
Weave across the lawn
While flowers tire of being in full bloom
After spring’s burst of joie de vivre
To the slow exit
Of another season
That comes around
Full circle over and over again...


Photo's - Rebecca @ work, Paris home for summer, Me sunset sailing, Ari in Paris, France, Me and Jerry NY apartment.

Poems - Pamela "Trilby" Yates

© 2008 Pamela Viscomi Yates

Summer breeze...

Whispers...

You press your fingers to my lips
whispering not to fret
while you find your way
in another world
that has no place
for lovers or the touch of your hand to mine
even as I slip into a shallow dream
there are no images that embrace me
the way that you do
when fear takes hold
dragging me to the ground
I reach for you
only to find a void
hollowness that rattles me to my core
again and again
I am thrown into the certainty
that my nightmares
are no longer restricted to reverie
they have become my day to day truth…


Photographs ~ Jerry and Trilby Yates

© 2008 Pamela Viscomi Yates

Star light star bright first star I see tonight...

Solitude lingers peacefully
Off in the distance
Eyes wide in search of Heaven
Rest with knowledge and tranquility
Voices in the night speak softly
With a touch of sorrow
That drifts off into the emptiness
Of a star and satellite filled night
Endless possibilities…
Infinite opportunities…
Eternal longing…

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Day after Day
another Sunrise
followed by a Sunset,
Wind blows,
Tide shifts; highs and lows,
Man in the Moon
shaves off a Sliver
sprinkling Star Dust
on the Milky Way
drifts around
until in full view
showing off His Metrosexuality
with the never ending Question
Smirk or Scowl?

Over and over,
repetition,
reverberation,
reiteration,

Confirming what little we actually know about Self, Father, Son or the Holy Spirit…

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Where are the days when a light heart would wake to the sunshine of a morning rise? When will the evenings bring sleep with dreams of promise again?

Photograph's of Gerard T Yates

© 2008 Pamela Viscomi Yates