French Beret
Street doesn’t seem so harsh, not when the light of day shines bright and if you catch it just at the right moment, just the right angle, it’s perfection in the highest regard…trust me…words pour from the full lips of a man with a traditional French black cashmere beret head slightly tilted to the left side of the curve sizzling smooth accent, “Trust me Mon Chér…”
A shiver runs from head to toe yet there is a pull to believe and a draw in the rawness of the moment to have faith. So with a second thought…or two, caution is thrown to the wind and carried off to the far side of the LIS…and in an instant the slow-mo of special effects kicks in like a dream sequence from a black and white flick, hits a high and lyrics from an old favorite that would always bring tears to my eyes is carried by the wind, gently the way I could imagine the hands of God carrying an innocent soul from here to there...or the tender way lovers touch - pressed between layers of a cool breeze…highs and lows - music, words, a sentimental journey, yin and yang, fire and rain…
“Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun…
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around…
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come…
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground…”
Sentimental Shift
Sentimental shift
the air around the sound
sweet melody carries away
gentle hands heart held with an ache
of loss and memory bend…
Notes played with tender intent
to move the soul
emotions rise and the feeling flows
from here to there a reflective tap…
Fingers slide across stings
that sing the heart’s song
words silent with necessity
perfection in an echo bounce…
A Moment Shared
Eyes meet and what is known shared in a moment that lingers in timeless dreams a vision of the future...
© 2010 Trilby Yates
