Breathe Easy

It's that shading time 
of in-between 
end of daylight 
and the start of nighttime 
when shadows lose their definition 
and begin to morph 
into a quiet spaceless-ness 

When love wraps itself around 
all the worlds creatures 
with the warmth and security 
of a lovers arms 
or the way a parent would embrace 
- their child 

Dusk, a space in time 
when there is no beginning, 
middle or end 
- it is more of a fading off
a drifting away 
slow motion pause
a place that is unconditional
forever constant... 

A place I tend to breathe easy


© 2016 TrilbyYates
 



 

Starting Over

Starting over
100 nights
no sleep for the restless
when the weight 
of my entire life 
is packed up 
in card board boxes 
duct taped and labeled 
slipping into a comma 
of lost and found  
delirium is a slow buzz 
hang over 
quietly scanning 
empty rooms remains 
less and less 
of a thrill 
there isn't any sense 
of calm or reprieve 
only moments 
of panic 
scrambling for RX 
Xanax 
the world view
cameo appearances
in a cheap B flick
box light sparks ignite
another short in the wiring 
and tomorrow feels 
like a slow burn 
flaunting hopes 
like a white flag of surrender
what wasn't gained 
last life
hasn't completely 
passed from view
or just another fly by
hit and run
second chance
at starting over... 

© 2013 Trilby

A New Year ~ 2011

A new year...beginnings and endings...starting and stopping...letting go and holding on.

Circles of smoke rise from funeral pyre
as the day closes blanketing
the end of another year
and as the heart traces outlined memory
a map from head to soul
there is no cause to forget our dreams –
love and light shift
like the tide
and seasons are an intimidating reminder
like a tap from above
that our days are numbered
with caution thrown to the wind
we take a chance on the unknown ~

© 2011 Trilby Yates