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 

Red Balloon

Hiding 
from the quiet 
stillness 
that comes 
from hanging low 
off the grid 
moonlight shoots 
rays of sadness 
into my veins 
slow drip 
enthusiastic recollection 
skipping stones 
across the Sound 
echos 
back at you baby 
there is no time 
quite like now 
yesterday 
is layered in a haze 
and tomorrow 
holds promises 
like a sieve 
pessimistic anti Christ 
shatters 
optimistic hopes 
for a glance 
backward into the fog 
clarity is a dream state 
that follows me 
around 
like a red balloon 
without translation ~

© 2013 Trilby