Cherished Memento

Taking a long deep 
beautiful breath in
Slowly accepting it,
gently holding it...
A cherished memento
Until the capacity 
of my lungs - fill
Feeling the pressure,
the build up,
the freedom,
and the release 
of all that has 
held me back;
kept me in my own
self imposed sanction
Long insightful walks 
down stone streets
City lights bounce 
and reflect from
subject to object
Shimmering affect 
like a pebble to water
dropped into the Fiume Arno
Rippling outward
without limitation
Image and vision
The imagination 
has no boundaries
My sense of compassion
and love;
my sense of wanting 
to explore 
and experience
- everything
Simply walking 
the streets at night 
Taking in all 
that is generously,
unconditionally offered 
Fills my heart 
Opens me up 
to all that is possible 
All that once
appeared dark 
now has a light 
shining with brilliance
Chasing away 
insecurities, fears
-  reluctance 
A smile from a stranger
Beautiful faces 
and engaging eyes;
meet, connect and hold
gently hold the moment 
like a treasured cherished memento

© 2015 TrilbyYates

I Long For You

The moon hangs low 
wrapping the night 
in a magical blanket 
of Florence city lights 
Off in the distance 
late night cathedral 
bells ring 
Roof top view 
overlooking 
the Arno River 
Lights glisten 
on the Ponte Vecchio 
Lovers walk holding hands;
a kiss and a photo op 
A lifetime of memories made  -
Locks of love 
tell their own story
Slowly sipping a glass 
of local Merlot
I wonder how many 
of those stories 
have stood 
the test of time 
A toast to you 
and yours 
and all that have come 
and gone before and after
 - Eyes wide with amazement 
I can't help but wonder...
What it would feel like, 
what would it be like 
to share such moments 
To point to the stars 
and make a connected wish
To share our favorite vino 
Chat about the days experience;
give and take
your perspective 
and mine intertwine 
What would I think 
if you held my face 
in your hands 
and kissed my mouth 
Whispering I love you bella 
Taking my breath away 
Stopping time,
earth moves;
all the cliches 
all the romantic poetic verse 
tossed together 
impacting my heart 
like a hurricane
- Roof top view 
overlooking 
the Arno River 
Lights glisten 
on the Ponte Vecchio
a rush of wind 
my emotions
are as clear
as the view
stars shine bright
above the city of Florence
and my heart knows
... I long for you 

© 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