Time Together

I recall those dreams you had
the way they put a smile on your face;
the way life used to take you by storm
...but never caught you off guard 
Now and then I come to terms 
with all that we once had
and all that we could not hold onto 
As hard as we tried it slipped away 
like the wind in a storm that passes 
without intention or direction... 
Once you held my heart in your hand
said all the right words,
all that I wanted to hear;
and you meant every single 
sweet word and hushed moments
But we didn’t know
what was around the next turn
so we never looked ahead
...and that’s not a short coming,
only life and how one lives;
we lived so close to the perimeter 
You could feel the razors edge
cutting into your skin
like a knife to the heart
and nothing would be left
when all was said and done 
Now you have moved 
to another space in time
where angel’s songs ring in my ears
And I’ll stand on the cliff of our time together
and never forget you - I will never forget you... 

© 2015 TrilbyYates 

My Heart Doesn't Sing

On any given day 
or any given moment 
fly by night 
whimsical stargazing 
backtracking 
sense of well-being 
gently slips away 
without resistance
without pause for concern 
Getting clear 
of a suffocating fog
surround sound droning - endlessly
a long drawn out daze 
blowing smoke in the face 
of a higher power  - father, son and holy spirit
Throwing all caution 
into the wind 
the consequences 
yet to be known - blow back is a bitch
and caring is less 
than a fleeting thought 
My mind can be found 
skipping through fields 
daisy chains slipping away
finger tips filter 
sunny perceptions
wind chime vibrations 
and my heart...
it doesn't sing the way 
it once did 
And how can it be 
that I can feel you 
kissing me while I sleep 
- it's only a memory - short whispered words
a tactical sensation
a long ago 
once upon a time 
split second fleeting 
sweet vignette playing 
over and over...
over and over...shuffle replay

© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Inconsequential Meeting

Had a dream about you last night;
seems since we had our inconsequential meeting - 
inconsequential feels so removed 
and so cold 
and my head hurts when I think
and I'm starting to feel too old 
to be a player in the dating game 
... anyway

Confirmation washes over me
like the cold waters of a great sea
confirmation washes over me

When I saw you my childhood sense 
of insecurity was shaken;
sort of rattled my proverbial ego sustained cage,
and now I'm reading the same lines
over and over again
still on the same damn page - 
- expecting a different ending

Confirmation washes over me
like the cold waters of a great sea
confirmation washes over me 

I never know what to think
when thinking is all I have time to do
I never know what to think
when the heart beats one way 
and the other is slightly out of sync 
...just never know how to feel
since my inconsequential meeting with you
And now I don't know what to think
... anyway

I had a dream about you ...


© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Saint Cecilia's Song

Looking beyond 
the window
framing dreamy 
images 
like a professional 
paparazzo
Candle light
burns so bright
Bleeding Heart flowers
circle your name
center of meditation-al drift
And you - you are a song
perfect harmony,
perfect gift
Shimmering 
from side to side
Tap dancing wonder,
heartbeat drummer, 
cat on a hot tin roof
Cheshire smile
horizons wide 
sunset or sunrise
you look like heaven 
in this light 
Saint Cecilia sing for me - 

while holy water spills 

from a vase 
on the counter - 
your voice glistens...

Roses are red and violets are blue
you say words in a whisper
...baby I've never loved better than you
Roses are red and violets are blue
you say words in a whisper
...baby I've never loved better than you

© 2014 TrilbyYates  

Delicately Choreographed Dance

By the end 
of this 
dream life
as we 
glide 
or stumble
from path 
to journey
road block 
or stepping stone
not a macabre 
scheme
in the moment 
unaware
of the transformation 
the information
the lack of overload
double-fisted  
hands of fate 
stride in 
never tipping 
"its" intention
knowing full well
ignorance 
is not a defense 
in the land 
of the law
the freedom
of choice
the unwritten 
page in our 
personal stories...
but is a gift 
from God
at times 
and others 
a curse
you my friend
though you try
I'm sure...
between word 
and song
sip of wine 
catch yourself
letting go
drifting off
across the sound 
can not forget
may not recall 
my name
...out loud 
in an awkward
moment
or
the deepest
color of my eyes
transparent brown
but you will 
in that place
held close 
to the vest
where the heart
protects 
Pandora's box
...we've come to call
dare not open 
except 
on precious occasion
in the privacy 
of your own 
desire 
for a tender 
moment
interlude
set of circumstance
caesura
the harmony 
that was shared
within a breath 
between 
two people 
on a path
that intersected 
not so long ago 
will not
be denied...

We are not frozen
isolated in a prism 
variegation
memories sojourn
we are a 
delicately 
choreographed dance... 

© 2013 Trilby  

Our Worlds Collided

This time of the year 
comes around 
sails full 
and heart strings pull 
....which way do I lean 

A hard wind blows 
and I still don't know 
how to live this life 
...in the darkness

Candle light seeps 
through veins of hope
and the night dances 
on and on 
off in the distance
a familiar song
sings sentimental 
harmony
I recall the tiniest of detail
emotional tides turn
memories burn
even though 
...the flames have faded 
yet I continue to dream
of a Newport scene
when our worlds collided... 

© 2013 Trilby

Sleep Doesn't Come

Bits and pieces 
golden flecks rainbow 
colors 
twirl with delight 
notes and verse 
sing from high 
above 
majestic vibrations 
rattle the senses 
dripping 
deep red blood 
stained holy water 
sprinkled over me
clear blue sky
reflection pool
ripple effect
heart to stone
visions shadow
my private thoughts
....sleep doesn't come
Drum beat 
blue moon 
dancing 
in the sand 
summer sounds 
mesh 
artistic liberty stolen
oh how the wind 
does blow 
worries hover 
hand in hand 
carefree wishes 
to and fro 
gilded cages
self proclaimed
virtuoso 
jack of all trades
master of none
who holds you 
when
...sleep doesn't come ~


© 2013 Trilby

Guess I'm Doing Fine - 6.2011

Trilby Yates

Guess I'm Doing Fine ~ Beck

There's a blue bird at my window
I can't hear the songs he sings
All the jewels in heaven
They don't look the same to me

I just wade the tides that turned
Till I learn to leave the past behind

It's only lies that I'm living
It's only tears that I'm crying
It's only you that I'm losing
Guess I'm doing fine

All the battlements are empty
And the moon is laying low
Yellow roses in the graveyard
Got no time to watch them grow

Now I bade a friend farewell
I can do whatever pleases me

It's only lies that I'm living
It's only tears that I'm crying
It's only you that I'm losing
Guess I'm doing fine

Press my face up to the window
To see how warm it is inside
See the things that I've been missing
Missing all this time

It's only lies that I'm living
It's only tears that I'm crying
It's only you that I'm losing
Guess I'm doing fine

Women Of The Sea

Women of The Sea

The wind rages from the West
across the main land filling sails
sending the day from point to point
tack,
mainsail luff,
“…come about…”
a thought
that never makes its way
from brain wave
to verbal vibration -
all hands on deck
a solo act
when solitude is the destination
of least resistance
peace rises between layers
of wind and cloud
9 knots with 8 foot swells
adrenalin hits a high note
as if Sachamo were crew
blowing old favorites
from a time when life was a mystery
or what we thought it could be –
temptation drifts off
into the slow burn of a sunset
memories find a harmonious harbor
to rest during the inevitable storm
slow sway
sentimental echo
making lovers dance
babies dream

while women of the sea
gaze beyond the horizon…


© 2009 Trilby Yates