Dancing Dreams

Walk softly past my window
Early morning light stretches
Across a dimly lit sky
With gentle hands
Reaching for a heart
That yawns
While the mind
Holds onto dreams
In shimmering shades
Of lavender and blue
Pleading, “…don’t wake me, not yet, not yet…”
Tender kisses like feathers fall
From the lips of lovers
Drift upon a delicate backdrop
Of rainbows and the sweet scent of freshly picked flowers
Dancing like Fred and Ginger
Two as one synchronized
In a life filled with promises
Of forever and always… 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Grand Masquerade

Long beach walks, 
silent talks
thoughts and such
Wondering if there is
a chance, slight possibility
cosmic hotline
that you are aware,
that you can see or hear...me
Wondering if this is all
just some illusive grand masquerade
that is being spun
from the tip of wisdom filled tongues,
with a blank slate
to continually create
what ever
is in the moment;
an abyss of possibilities
and none  -
Void of all
nothing tangible
...an illusive grand masquerade
that is being spun
from the tip of wisdom filled tongues -

...dancing as if there is no tomorrow



© 2014 TrilbyYates    

Mr. Who Knows Who

All that crazy anticipation 
build up and worry 
as if yesterday 
was a blank page 
And all the steps taken 
have somehow 
been washed away 
like footsteps in the sand - how cliche! 
I remember laughing 
about all those old sayings 
one night during a brief love affair
he filled my glass of wine up 
for the 3rd time 
smiling with such intent
saying, "Man, who are they trying to kid!
...rather have loved and lost 
than to have never loved at all - 
or, something like, if you set it free 
and it doesn't come back 
it was never yours to begin with..." 
Man what a kick
Man what a time 
for jokes and one liners
from men like Henny Youngman,
"I've been in love with the same woman 
for forty-one years 
if my wife finds out she'll kill me..."
The corners of my mouth 
turn up and I laugh -
so politically incorrect...yea no kidding man!
Even between all the laughter 
and long talks - we faded 
off in different directions 
but that wasn't a news flash
we both knew from day one 
nothing was going to come 
of what ever this was or wasn't 
just passing time 
drinking wine 
making love and laughing - 
sometimes we would
slow dance in the living room,
...candles flickering 
sexy shadows on the walls...
to some off the grid 
blues tune...
At the time everything was perfection 
in its own light - 
but, it was those long drives home 
late at night 
that set me free 
And now...I find myself 
walking to a bar in Brooklyn 
to meet Mr. Who Knows Who 
and for just a moment 
there is this rush 
the feeling of soft warm hands
occasionally touching mine -
We laugh and talk
as he fills up my glass 
of wine 
for the 3rd time...


© 2014 TrilbyYates  

The Wind Will Always Blow

Seems like only yesterday
the sky was a turquoise shade of blue
babies breath and fall surrounded us.
We raised our children together
coffee clutch at the local diner;
Mom's on a break...
the gift of gab and so much more
the wind was blowing strong

As love was falling from our grasp 
husbands and lovers from the past
secrets we shared with a sympathetic ear
A vow of forever not to be broken  
a drop of crimson blood 
finger prick unconditional love  
we became sisters

Life shifts, an old friend to me 
a welcomed stranger to you
Yet our path was the same 
always searching for love
acceptance, value and a warm hand -
- to hold in the darkest night - 

The wind always blows...

I remember the first time I saw you 
energy high made my head spin 
We were both in a turbulent place back then 
Very different on the surface 
but skin deep - so much the same
You and I had more in common 
than one could have ever imagined...

The wounded child will always finds a playmate 
it can trust - and we did

...the wind continues to blow my friend...

There were days when the bond made us cry 
painful moments that could not be broken
understanding words can always be spoken 
and a tale told with sincerity
But, it was in those quiet moments;
the silence, the tears, holding each other 
in times of desperation, need, pain...
some things lost and some things gained
Our sense of loss was never taken for granted;
and only thing we knew for certain
...the wind always blows

So I taught you how to sail
on a stormy night when we thought a new day 
would never come
rocking you to sleep 
on a sea of tranquility
Newport waves a fond farewell little one...

You were more outwardly flamboyant
and dyed your hair a rebellious red
I was always deep in thought, 
searching for the words 
pen to paper, demons to be fought

And we danced in the rain together
when no one else would
wanted to or could
Holding hands skipping to a random beat;
laughing, throwing our heads back
never losing faith or losing track - of where we needed to be
catching raindrops on our tongues
Life seemed good and the consequences 
we could not foresee 

We didn't know what our futures would hold
the twists and turns that would unfold
and never anticipating that you would leave before me;
like your father I was closer to a path 
of checking out unnaturally...
You fought for every moment as if it were gold 
and now you are gone...
I remain surrounded by your swan song

Looking at old photographs, some of our adventures
as the years did pass...time, love laughter 
we thought would never come to an end
tears fill my eyes and I hope you know 
how much you are loved my dear friend

...and the wind will always blow...

Dedicated to my sister and friend Jennifer Rie Vanderlinden

© 2014 TrilbyYates