Beach Walk Mid July

Cold winter days 
circle around 
in a flurry 
snowflakes fall gently
solitude in daydreams 
and sweet whispered words 
make me blush 
at the thought 
of what could be
if only to let go...
I wonder if 
we are a good fit 
or if when time tells 
its tall tale
an unedited version of truth - 
self indulgent melancholy
if the reflection 
that bounces back 
isn't what we suppose
best to leave 
the stories behind 
like an old song
such a sweet serenade
taps ever so lightly 
angst is at the core of my insecurities 
reaching into my heart 
with one finger on the pulse 
of all that keeps the beat
of complete surrender 
to a new time 
and new space 
when all the potential 
that I hold dear 
can be realized 
and shine ever so brightly 
with the comfort 
of a beach walk 
in mid July

© 2013 Trilby

Best Is Yet To Come

Silver spoons and snake skins
hanging from the rear view mirror 
top down and the wind is blowing 
like there is something on fire
keeping my demons at bay
and when the devil is at the cross roads 
tapping his foot impatiently waiting 
for the woman dressed in black 
my widows walk 
doesn't seem so far away ...
And when you kiss me like that 
the memories shift to a clearing 
held for all those precious times 
that flicker in candle light
gently swaying from left to right 
not that it matters all that much 
when passions rise and spirits flutter by 
I can't speak when the spaces in between 
have a voice unto their own ...
Finally you will whisper 
"I love you"
only then will I let it go  
watching from a distant corner 
knowing
the best is yet to come...

© 2013 Trilby

Til death we do part - 2013

Words waft by in the cool night air 
yesterday has somehow 
become my bed mate 
and in the deepest space 
my heart holds truth 
there is a place 
full of love and treasures
vignettes never fading 
far from view 
but as time stands still 
for no one 
and this life continues 
to dance 
like a slow step
I've come to know 
passion as a familiar foe 
with comfort all its own 
restlessness and desire
purpose and intent
does unfold this notion 
of a new beginning 


I recall you once said...til death we do part love...

© 2013 Trilby

Ready To Burn - 2013

No such thing as a dream catcher 
when the shades are drawn 
to keep the light out 
and all that stays too long 
like an uninvited guest 
are laugh lines 
we tend to ignore 
so I close my eyes 
and conjure images 
to rattle the narcissus 
I hold so dear
all hopes for clear days and 
loving nights 
...oh yes such a romantic 
heart strings pulled 
I'm wearing you on my sleeve 
best dress and high heels 
stretch for miles 
in candle light 
lines crossed and long legs
your image becomes a sweet blur 
I'm so ready to burn...

© 2013 Trilby

Rising Tides - 2013

Such a wise guy
flip response 
makes me laugh out loud
while emotions roll over
like the Queen mother's wave 
during centennial this or that
can't quite recall 
the gist 
or intention of celebration 
but there is a shift in the universe 
and it's dragging me along 
...oh what a delightful ride
no time for one liners 
the depth of my soul 
touches the Atlantic to the bone
and you have a gleam in your eyes 
that makes me question
all that once seemed so mundane 
and now the light that shines 
throws a brilliant ray of glistening hope 
casting away shadows and demons 
from a long over due past
my protective garb 
no longer serves its purpose 
and black linen does me no justice
while standing knee deep in the rising tide
of good will and precious love...

© 2013 Trilby

Translucent Light - A New Year 2013

Words to lips fall gently 
as pen to paper emotions fill

my heart...still beats

a tender touch 
does not leave me 
empty
the world 
such a simple place
lingering thoughts 
turn 
into daydreams
while spirits rise
watching silently 
from shadows 
of a widow's walk 
soaring high above
surrounded in love
and translucent light
I wander far less
in stormy nights
unfolding gently
pages yet to be written... 

© 2013 Trilby