Beyond The Fog

Early morning light peers through tiny cracks like a private eye - subtle surveillance
Between nightmares and day-dreams there is a harsh sense that shoots across the sky
As reality focuses on the blurred vision of weary eyes and the only time line has spanned the universe
A love that lives in another sphere…what is there after you?
The question lay still and the answers are silent…

For certain, one day follows the next,
      the sun will rise and the sun will set…
      the tide is high and the tide is low…
      the night comes  and the morning goes…

I wake up knowing that there is something more and yet there is no clarity beyond the fog of my own imagination… 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Magic 8 Ball

Love is a blank 
sheet of paper,
a black hole;
shooting stars 
veer off 
into the darkness 
when there is 
- nothing...
Love is a genie 
in a bottle
with no way 
to escape,
at the mercy
of its master
...It is the closest thing 
to the magnificent 
Magic 8 Ball,
revealing all 
without being smashed
into tiny pieces;
black ink and words
meaningless puddle
spill across the floor 
Love is complex
in its simplicity
...the waxing and waning 
of the moon,
the shift 
from left to right,
or sway 
from side to side
Love rides the tide,
it skips a beat
and loses nothing
when it moves on;
has no advice
or words of solace
as it slips away
without the slightest
sense of abandon
Only a joy 
to have known you ~

© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Rear View Mirror

Background soundtrack 
sets the stage 
guitar slides 
across the room 
drum beat 
in-sync 
with the pounding 
of a heart 
gun to hand
hand to chest  
stars shoot
across the sky 
with every breath 
that is taken 
looms a thief 
in the night  
life circles around 
without pause 
or reflection 
a clean slate 
second chances 
become novel 
like a trinket 
held for ransom 
dangling indiscriminately 
from the rear view mirror 
of some highjacked
junked up transport ~

© 2013 Trilby 

...just hanging around hat in hand daze, wind blows a chill to the bone with a cup of java just waiting to be sipped ever so slowly...warmth seeps through the palms of my hands.

Black and white, color Kodachrome sugar coated thoughts pop in and out of the 3rd eye of the mind just roll on and on with complete random and transcendental imagery. Example:...tucked away in a dark shadowy corner - a crackling muted long drawn out hissing sound seeps from under not so green wet wood, amber's glowing with an intense hot white fiery burn - golden sparks flying from a fireplace that once held the heart and kept the soul pure until the slate cracked - a turning point and the end of that particular novella. Life shifts and plan B is set in motion.

Bouncing back and forth from one memory to the next, weaving a tapestry of tales spun together with word and song - precious detail and no lack for luster - One late fall evening sitting in a dimly lit French bar in a sweet part of the city, staircase wrapped up into the ceiling getting lost in the night sky, with twinkling starlight and distant clouds...couldn't help but notice how blue your eyes were...leaning in several times, a touch of the hand, head tilted back with laughter pouring from lips as wine is savored, stories told and the slight hesitation confirmed an attraction...you hide under your hat and I take cover between the lines - the written word is a protective cloak and you instinctively keep the beat...one never knows what the future may hold...a surprise party we've all been invited to, like it or not...

(transcendental [ˌtrænsɛnˈdɛntəl]
1. transcendent, superior, or surpassing
2. (Philosophy) (in the philosophy of Kant)
a. (of a judgment or logical deduction) being both synthetic and a priori
b. of or relating to knowledge of the presuppositions of thought
3. (Philosophy) Philosophy beyond our experience of phenomena, although not beyond potential knowledge
4. (Christian Religious Writings / Theology) Theol surpassing the natural plane of reality or knowledge; supernatural or mystical

© 2010 Trilby Yates