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

I Am Still Here

Your eyes close 
peaceful rest 
holding your hand 
a gentle squeeze 
...I'm still here 
Sunlight slips 
between the cracks 
in drawn shades 
Patterns of lace 
dance on pale 
linen colored walls 
Shallow breath 
I lay my head 
on your chest 
for confirmation 
you whisper 
...I'm still here 
We fall together 
a dream state 
a reverie 
and sacred space 
Fields of lavender 
and wild flowers 
The wind weaves
and sways
between long 
blades of grass 
Like a child 
fear and foe 
dissipate
and laughter 
permeates the air 
I turn to you 
your eyes 
meet mine 
...I'm still here
Warmth and energy
smiles forever wide
And off in the distance 
your shadow begins
to glisten
and in the quiet
the calm silence
leaning forward 
I strain to listen
and as your voice 
begins to fade
I can hear you say
I am still here, I am still here... 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Footsteps Of Angels - HWL

Asked and answered - if I had been from another era and had the talent to write the words with such divinity; I would have channeled my pain, closed my eyes and let the emotions flow from my heart to my finger tips forming such beauty...I would have written and spoken these words for you.
(12/14 TY)

Footsteps Of Angels

When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the Better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;
Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
And, like phantoms grim and tall,
Shadows from the fitful firelight
Dance upon the parlor wall;
Then the forms of the departed
Enter at the open door;
The beloved, the true-hearted,
Come to visit me once more;
He, the young and strong, who cherished
Noble longings for the strife,
By the roadside fell and perished,
Weary with the march of life!
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering ore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!
And with them the Being Beauteous,
Who unto my youth was given,
More than all things else to love me
And is now a saint in heaven.
With a slow and noisless footstep
Comes that messenger divine,
Takes the vacant chair beside me,
Lays his gentle hand in mine.
And he sits and gazes at me
With those deep and tender eyes,
Like the stars, so still and saint-like,
Looking downward from the skies.
Utter not, yet comprehended,
Is the spirit's voiceless prayer,
Soft rebukes, in blessings ended
Breathing from his lips of air.
O, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only
Such as these have lived and died!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Rose Colored Shades

Sometimes I wonder 
what could have 
and shouldn't have been 
If we were what we intended 
would some consider 
it a morally deviant sin?
Seductively stepping off of this 
highly sanctioned ground 
taking a second non-connected look 
never turning completely around
to see the difference
between you, me and them
There is nothing left to do
and less than little to say
Acutely aware how things 
will begin to change 
when everyone's comfort zone 
edges begin to fray 
I'll continue to look at you 
wearing rose colored shades
There isn't anything 
anyone can say
There isn't a road map 
leading me in or out
getting lost is my forte 
I'll sleep between 
dusk and dawn 
remaining hidden in the grey
And when the sun starts to rise 
I'm better off hanging 
in the distance 
then I will rest my eyes
There is nothing left to do
and less than little to say
And I know things will begin to change 
when everyone's comfort zone 
edges begin to fray 
I'll continue to look at you 
wearing rose colored shades

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Early Sunday AM...July 2011

Old Couple ~ Train Station 2011

Comfort Zone

Warm summer breeze
blows by
like a one hit wonder
that plays over and over
with the familiarity
of a gentle smile
greetings at the door
welcome home sweet one
some say boredom
sets in with time
and the eyes wander
but I remain in awe
of the next day
same old sunrise
same old sunset
red sky at night
sailors delight
red sky in the morning
sailors take warning

Gentle touch, sweet kiss, comfort in the familiar…

© 2011 Trilby Yates