I Think Of You Often

Salty air morning dew 
lay softly on my skin 
a beautiful wind blows 
off the eastern side 
of a blue moon
and a wave 
from far away 
delights and dashes hope
while stirring memories 
from an off-kilter moment 
when time stood still 
and what we shared
remains illusive 

I think of you often

Stolen kisses fingers entwined 
eyes wide with the sweetness 
of a forbidden love
and as we moved through 
time and space 
writing love poems 
and stringing words together 
hidden under the guise 
of creativity 
and dreams of forever
ours were secrets never told 
secrets to cherish and behold

I think of you often

© 2015 TrilbyYates

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

A "Peace" of Heaven on Earth

Fall in Amagansett - I went there alone and stayed at my friend’s summer house. Amagansett is in the Hampton’s on Long Island, NY. Their house is very beautiful, cozy and about a block away from the ocean. All the roads to the ocean are sand and it’s a wonderful short walk to the beaches. It was so quiet and peaceful, just what I needed.

The ocean is powerful, amazing and calming...I spent hours walking the beach, even though it was cold and windy I didn't mind.

I had just lost my husband a few weeks earlier and I felt like I couldn't breathe and I didn't want to go far, but I knew that I needed to be alone. For almost a year I was on "auto-pilot" and when he died I stayed in "auto-pilot" - it was almost as if I didn't know how else to be.

The beginning of my crash was the second day in Amagansett just around sunset. I was walking the beach and fell apart. I cried and cried, sat down in the sand and sobbed until I was exhausted. For a long time I sat there and looked out, listened to the never ending sound of the waves crashing along the shore and felt completely void. I wasn't lonely, I was empty.

Almost six months later and I'm still trying to find myself and a way to continue on and adjust to being without Jerry.

© 2008 Pamela Viscomi Yates