It's Alright

Sometimes...
it feels like
I live in 
a parallel universe 
Perception
bent and twisted
perception skewed 
But it's alright
not sure what else to say...
When I turned around 
you were holding
your hands up
waving a white flag
total surrender
looking at me 
with a blank expression
and I had to look away 
But it's alright
not sure what else to say...
A cool north wind blew
when I needed some 
fresh air to breathe
there is no return
there is no reprieve
Like a warm gun
pointed at my head
I'm star gazing
covered by an open sea 
wrapped around me 
like a wave
I'm looking directly
into the sun 
and I'm drifting away
drifting far far away
But it's alright
not sure what else to say...
When I turned around 
you were holding
your hands up
waving a white flag
total surrender
looking at me 
with a blank expression
and I had to look away 
But it's alright
not sure what else to say...
it's alright babe
not sure what else to say
there is no tomorrow
letting go of yesterday... 

© 2014 TrilbyYates    

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