Day Break Ride

...so often 
in the solitude 
of when all 
is said and done 
after the passions
have been met 
when the dead 
of night 
begins its decline 
and the morning light 
starts to rise
there is an emptiness
that comes 
over me
taking me 
by surprise
in the before 
day-break ride 
heading home 
when angst
begins to question
...is this intimacy 
or just the way 
we find 
a few hours 
of separation 
from our day
to day grind
to keep the demons 
at bay 
- and maybe 
I've come 
to a split 
in the road 
or to a path 
I have never
chosen...
reflective logic
vacancy opens
a sense of 
pure weakness
nothing stronger
leaving me
feeling empty
and wishing 
maybe I should
have stayed
a little longer... 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover

You look at me with wide eyes 
and wonder
I tell you - you cant judge a book 
by its cover
And I'm asking you 
to take a moment
Take a quiet moment
and think it through
...I never said 
I walked on water
but I can feel 
the magic in the air
and I remember
it was never 
just a causal affair
And I know I don't need you
but I know that I want you
I know - that I want you
- until the end of our time
In that moment
when you take,
that quiet moment
and think it through;
let all the bright beautiful light
seep into you
Let the wind 
bring you back 
to the boy 
that held my hand
when we jumped the track
Singing our song
rhythm and rhyme
let it bring you back 
to the innocence
of that moment in time
- when I needed you
Remember when 
I needed you
- I'm not waiting,
not waiting
...and neither should you
I never said 
I walked on water
but I can feel 
the magic in the air
and I remember
it was never 
just a causal affair
And I know I don't need you
but I know that I want you
I know - that I want you
- until the end of our time

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Streets Of Stone

Deeply blue slightest hint 
of Tuscan golden light 
seeps through clouded skies;
while God like images dance about
- and cathedral bells ring... 
Brilliance not defined 
by the written word,
or captured moments 
looking glass lens 
Nikon click and go immortal
I could fall in love here 
I could walk the streets of stone
Sidestepping with delight 
the sudden fly-by motorino 
- warm breeze softens the blow
Street art political figures 
shout out to passers by 
Democracy was never crystal clear 
here on ancient stucco walls 
that hold secrets 
from a turbulent past
Not unlike the way 
lovers hold one another 
in the calm of a Firenze night
I could fall in love here
I could walk the streets of stone
Sidestepping with delight 
the sudden fly-by motorino 
- warm breeze softens the blow
Past and present mesh together 
while gently caressing seductive eyes 
reach beyond the language barrier
The way your hand would fit into mine 
- and our long walks remembering a time BC
I could fall in love here
I could walk the streets of stone
Sidestepping with delight 
the sudden fly-by motorino 
- warm breeze softens the blow 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

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Connect

There are times when you meet someone 
 - and there are no words spoken 
There is no agenda 
There is no preconceived notion 
There is that first look 
That first visual forever etched into the mind
The color of the eyes - not even a smile 
or glint of wonder
Just a simple clear sense of connect 
And even if that "connect" doesn't move 
from here to there or ever go anywhere
Other than remaining in that split second;
 - that moment in time
It holds a power all unto its own 
And when the words are spoken 
and a smile is shared...his eyes blue - mine brown 
All is noticed and it remains still and quiet
And will never move beyond the ancient walls 
of Firenze, Italia.


© 2015 TrilbyYates

Move Through You

I would love 
to move through you 
To see what you see 
To switch it up 
without the knowledge 
or fallout 
Have the ability 
to fall madly in love 
with you 
...with the simplicity 
to detach 
from that love 
with ease 
To hold on 
so tightly 
with a feeling of 
"I've just seen God..." 
To letting go 
with a sense of 
"...to close for comfort!" 
Take a deep breath 
sigh of relieve 
Freedom blustering high 
No strings 
No albatross dangling 
like a piece of cheap jewelry 
hanging around my neck - 
I would love 
to move through you 
To see what you see 
To switch it up 
without the knowledge
or fallout 
Have the ability 
to fall madly in love with you
fall madly in love with you...

© 2015 TrilbyYates