The past seeps into some kind
of abstract perspective
My own different from yours - I am sure
My spin, my angle from where I sleep
never falls short of illusive
Yours, off in the distant fog - sails full
wind blows coast to coast,
shore to shore drop off
You catch sea foam in you hands
and playfully toss it into the air
I wonder if you will
remain so beautiful - in the afterlife
Tear stained face, eyes covered in shades
- to keep out the light
Death comes in with a brute force;
an awakening of sorts - I suppose
It's the alarm clock of life,
ticking by waking us up to another day;
while visuals flash between
the mind and daydreams
of a past that needs to be
- reckoned with
And all we have is where we stand
right here and in the now
Feet planted firmly in the sand
forever changing
foot prints slip away
beyond the reef
and into the deep blue sea
The past has a hold of my heart
and I can't seem to set it free
Yesterday is incomplete...so sublime
and if I could do one more thing
If I could go back in time
...step out and rewind
It would be to linger
with you standing in the waves
I would tell you
all the things you
ever wanted to know
Say all the things
you needed me to say
…if I had just one more day
What if I held out my hand
and you never let go
Would the Angels come
between us and tare us apart
So I will try not to cry
for you sweet darlin
I'll try not to shed another tear
and I promise to walk along the shoreline
and dance away all my fears
...dance away my fears
© 2015 TrilbyYates
of abstract perspective
My own different from yours - I am sure
My spin, my angle from where I sleep
never falls short of illusive
Yours, off in the distant fog - sails full
wind blows coast to coast,
shore to shore drop off
You catch sea foam in you hands
and playfully toss it into the air
I wonder if you will
remain so beautiful - in the afterlife
Tear stained face, eyes covered in shades
- to keep out the light
Death comes in with a brute force;
an awakening of sorts - I suppose
It's the alarm clock of life,
ticking by waking us up to another day;
while visuals flash between
the mind and daydreams
of a past that needs to be
- reckoned with
And all we have is where we stand
right here and in the now
Feet planted firmly in the sand
forever changing
foot prints slip away
beyond the reef
and into the deep blue sea
The past has a hold of my heart
and I can't seem to set it free
Yesterday is incomplete...so sublime
and if I could do one more thing
If I could go back in time
...step out and rewind
It would be to linger
with you standing in the waves
I would tell you
all the things you
ever wanted to know
Say all the things
you needed me to say
…if I had just one more day
What if I held out my hand
and you never let go
Would the Angels come
between us and tare us apart
So I will try not to cry
for you sweet darlin
I'll try not to shed another tear
and I promise to walk along the shoreline
and dance away all my fears
...dance away my fears
© 2015 TrilbyYates
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