Rainy Days of Fall...

Looming above
Reminiscent of a frown
Slowly forming on the brow
Of an angry God
Rain streams down
On a Universe that has questions
Always wondering why
Weeping Seraphs
Can’t find the appropriate answers
To send those on the edge
Of Faith
Thunder claps
Continuous applause
Waiting…
For the moment of an ovation or
Request for an encore…
Wrapped in blankets from the past
A cozy place to spend a day
Recalling smiles
Lovemaking…
When the world seemed so gray
We would find comfort in the drama
Safe in one another’s arms
Enjoying the show in a self created Heaven
A place that lingers on and on
While I sip my coffee sitting on the window sill
Watching the world spin by
Angel’s tears flow like a fine wine
Into crystal glasses that mesmerize
Each sip turns the world into a gradual blur
Helping…make sense of nothing…

© 2008 Pamela Yates

Memento...

Sounds
scents
float
swirl
twirl
dance
to-and-fro
twisting
upward spiral
dreams
memories
tied together
neatly
a gift
from above
simple reminder
what was
could have been
life's consequences
fate
stepped in
directing
the path
intersecting
the journey
intent
fate
luck
ascending to Heaven
you held onto
my heart
soul
a memento
saving my place
waiting
for
the day
when
I finally
find
my way
home
to
you...

© 2008 Pamela Yates

words and photo by Trilby Yates
puppets: Jerry Mahoney & Lady Trilby

Rest...oration, love...

Rise in the East, the sun shine’s across the lawn penetrating its way through,
Window pane…
Casting delicate shadows from lace curtains that twirl and dance quietly across our room,
Engaging silhouette…
While I sit patiently longing for hands from beyond this world to tenderly carry me,
Kindheartedly home…
Where we can both rest in one another’s arms once more without worry or apprehension
Timeless moments…

Thankful to have finally found the key to the lock,
Magnificently synchronized…

Restoring our faith in true love…

© 2008 Pamela Yates

Photo ~ Block Island ~ Trilby and Jerry

Sleepless

It’s 4AM what are you doing up?

Please don’t ask me questions...
I can’t sleep,
dreams fill my mind and echo’s are shatteringly loud
bouncing off every hiding place,
every non-ordained sanctuary I’ve created in this miserable year
don’t ask me questions about why I can’t sleep
why the dreams keep coming and going
almost teasing me with a peaceful place to rest
a peaceful place to find solace in my memories
but not yet
not now
only the pain and fear
the emotional engulfment of losing the love of my life,
yes the love of my life
all those clichés
all the poetic terms of endearment fit like that proverbial glove,
my other half...my soul-mate...my partner,
my, my, my… my twin light,
images, sounds all come back bitter sweet,
sensations and words spoken,
some not, not enough,
we absorbed one another
we took each others breath…away, away
now it’s 4 something AM and you are bothering me with questions,
silly make no sense questions that don’t have answers,
could never have satisfactory answers,
compelling promises tare at my heart strings…
sleep and tranquility
a place of serenity
to be in your arms of warm love and tender promise
just a moment more to whisper
one last time that I will love you forever and ever…
and then some love,
and then some…

© 2008 Pamela Yates

photo by Scadee

© 2007 Scadee

(Deviantart.com)