Starting Over

Starting over
100 nights
no sleep for the restless
when the weight 
of my entire life 
is packed up 
in card board boxes 
duct taped and labeled 
slipping into a comma 
of lost and found  
delirium is a slow buzz 
hang over 
quietly scanning 
empty rooms remains 
less and less 
of a thrill 
there isn't any sense 
of calm or reprieve 
only moments 
of panic 
scrambling for RX 
Xanax 
the world view
cameo appearances
in a cheap B flick
box light sparks ignite
another short in the wiring 
and tomorrow feels 
like a slow burn 
flaunting hopes 
like a white flag of surrender
what wasn't gained 
last life
hasn't completely 
passed from view
or just another fly by
hit and run
second chance
at starting over... 

© 2013 Trilby

Shifting Sand

Looking out 
beyond the reef 
beyond the minds 
bend 
toward the horizon 
imaginations 
play sweet 
harmonious lullabies 
of days gone by 
and the best 
are yet to come 
somewhere 
out there 
tides will rise 
shifting sand 
carry footprints
out to sea
memories 
a gentle reminder 
that we are 
merely mortal 
after all 
end of the day 
nothing will 
remain the same 
eyes close 
drift away 
to a place 
now and then
the future 
holds a bright light
leading the way
gentler times
left behind
cherish the moments
of promise and forever 
permeating the senses 


© 2013 Trilby

Will Never Know

Stress level up 
hits a high 
not even time 
to peak 
from beneath 
the end zone 
of what 
has yet to come 
when all else fails 
there is no way 
out 
but 
to pull the 
cord 
on an empty 
parachute 
while silver 
spoons 
line lip stick 
shades drawn 
childlike images 
willow branches 
bending
quiet summer 
breeze 
wisps of clouds 
covered smoke 
cinder blocks 
fall 
to the point 
of absurdity 
and tho 
the mind 
has slowed 
and often 
skips a beat 
from time 
to off time 
in those profound 
instances 
when nothing is known 
and everything else 
is  sheer 
propaganda 
Photoshop splits 
the facts 
reality is less and less 
a common thread 
from living life 
to walking a fine 
line 
of faith and understanding 
what you did
what someone told
And as the Tower of Babble 
wags 
another tale
take me 
down paths
of "milk and honey"
with the promise
silk linens thread 
count 
grains of sand 
slipping passionately
through my fingers
lovers seldom bought 
and never grow old 
my hands begin to tremble
and I am aware once again
... of what I will never know...


© 2013 Trilby

Déjà vu Love Affair

You kissed me first,
I remember it well,
laughter fills the air 
you flash that Sandbar grin
memories dock side 
keep flaunting happiness 
as if it were something 
attainable 
sustainable
not fleeting 
or a mere moment 
of joy 
from the past 
your eyes meeting mine
not the first time
déjà vu
quick glance
second chance 
my first Martini
Ohio nights
airline flights
and oh yes
fancy car
baked brie
you and me
we were always on
borrowed time 
some might judge 
harshly  
but the punishment 
would never 
fit the crime 
when something 
magical happens 
between two people
there is no reason
there is no rhyme  
it just is what it is 
a Blessing in disguise 
the push of the Universe
with all its pure intention
nothing is accidental
phases of life 
the twists and turns 
the process comes 
full circle 
with love and no concerns

...when I dream of misty nights 
with sails in the wind
waves begin to swell
a smile to my lips...

...that first kiss I knew it well

© 2013 Trilby

Waiting

Darkest of the night 
when spoken
simple words
...my love the light 
lands perfectly
you have 
the face 
of an angel 
saving grace 
and all that we were taught 
in stained glass cathedrals 
ceilings reaching out 
grabbing hold 
of the heavens 
with windows that bleed
holiest of waters
pouring
onto the faithless 
color soothes the soul 
sinners and not 
bead readers 
in silent prayer 
words strung together 
signs of the Cross 
we have yet to bear 
the son, his, or her name
guiding the way 
bring us to our knees 
thankful for what we have
finally found 
and now as walls 
crumble around me 
piece by tiny piece 
my life is quietly
dismantled 
and only those 
that watch 
from high above 
can bring it all 
to an end 
while waiting has never
been a virtue
I ponder and question
I wait and wonder
counting the stars 
waiting for a peaceful 
slumber...that does not come...waiting...

© 2013 Trilby