Red Balloon

A fine line between what is said
and what is meant
when passion hides
behind well wishes and glances
on the other side of friendship
and no one knows better
than Madame Bovary
if love will come or
love will go
the extra mile or
fade off into a slow burn
sun rises and sets
with each lie that innocently
drips from lips of gold
like spilt wine from high end crystal
visions of happily ever after
play out in the perfection of a Truffaut flick
and optimism is a red balloon
that is chased after and never caught…

                                                                  unobtainable high… 

© 2015 TrilbyYates 

There Is No Place

Jump from the train
grabbing hold 
of a high wire 
Harry Houdini greatest
one man act...
Nothing swings 
like the sound coming
from an old horn player -
sweet baby lullaby
the cradle will certainly fall!
When my heart burns
and the thrill 
of flying above 
the natural wisdom
of women better than I 
perched above 
common sense 
I will let it go.
One finger at time...
falling to sand and stone
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
there is no place
to call home.
Clasping hands together
repetitive words wither 
while hope lingers
that prayers 
will be answered
knowing full well 
you get what you give 
and you can only play the cards 
that are dealt...
You can't cheat 
the house no matter how
hard you try.
So with that and 
a tender touch of sarcasm 
I'll blow the whistle
holding each note 
like a new born child
and move on.
No looking back.
Regrets 
are for those 
with a conscious,
embedded 
in guilt ridden 
soul seeking 
homeopathic remedies...
that only work for believers.


© 2014 TrilbyYates

 

Not Forgotten

Those days of laughter,
shared smiles,
a nod of knowing...
they aren't over yet 
are they?

Inquisitive questions
innocently posed in a way 
that only the high 
and mighty 
could possibly answer...

And when the heart 
feels even the slightest 
bit of anticipation  -
like a dove taking flight
...peaceful wings span,
joy and exhilaration 
occur when all is not lost 
or forgotten -

Resilience comes 
in many shades of blue,
profoundly humming
that loving tune...

The heart does not forget!

But, will fate step in?
...and as old tales are told 
like a wandering shepherd
searching from dusk til dawn
I could remain lost
forever alone...

When truly all I want 
is to feel the wind 
on my face - 
Feel the sand beneath 
my feet - 
Hear the sound of each note 
played -
Reach for your hand 
in the darkest of night 
and know...

We are not forgotten ~

Even if forbidden 
in a world of the faithful 
living faithless lives.

My choice 
to remain alone 
rather than settle 
for companionship.

To wait for
love so bold,
love that carries joy 
tenderly in each word 
volumes yet to be written 
in the deepest part 
of my soul worn and weary 
I continue to hold 
an open space for you -  

© 2013 Trilby