My Lovers Gone

There is a story, 
it is my own 
It fills all the spaces and lines 
that lead in and around 
the deepest and most shallow 
- like a wading pool, or sandbar - water up to my knees 
floating sensation into the abyss of joyfulness 
- all part of my mind 
Energy free form soaring, bounding rhetoric 
leaving an indiscriminate mark of solace 
etched in a monogram of initials 
- for all of those I have loved 
Freeing words trickle out ever so slowly,
with no sense of urgency
but, as a delicate pearl of wisdom 
flowing freedom with the knowing 
of an ocean bed, comfort in its path 
More than okay with its journey - and its destination 
Carving a path that will change with each season,
with each tide pulled by the moon light, beckoning
like my lovers gone and I will continue on and on...

- floating sensation into the abyss of joyfulness...
like my lovers gone, and I will continue on and on

© 2015 TrilbyYates

God Is Not Dead

Words quietly spoken
Words floating in the night
Billowing halo warped wrap around
words spoken quietly
God is dead
God is dead
- Faith is a belief not based on proof 
Faith is a tapestry silk and satin 
weaving through 
heart into soul
head into heart
Not tangible to touch
but a magical sensation 
weaving through heart into spirit
Rattling about so stable so very unshakable
- unbreakable  
Questionable in my dreams
Rattling about broken at times
Rosary beads slip from my hands
I sink to bended knee
unlike other faiths standing on equal ground
I sink to bended knee humbled
Questionable in my dreams
I woke wrapped in a cloud
wrapped in billowing halo warped wrap around
I said the words
I spoke out loud 
God is not dead 
God is not dead 
I said softly words whispered 
in the darkness of the night 
Words heard echoing bounce
Words spoken tongue tied
yet understood Tower of Babble
There is wisdom in the story
There is peace and confidence 
in the questioning of my faith 
My lack of belief has been 
a distant abstraction 
My lack of faith has been
at times a painful reaction
But in this fog hovering in the night
I was solid 
I was touched
I said it out loud
God is not dead 
God is not dead
I lay back falling into a deep sleep
wrapped in a cloud I began to weep 
And as the sails began to fill
and move slowly across the bay
I remembered the story
of choice and free will -

The vision brought tears to my heart
tears to my eyes and I cried at the image 
and the knowledge
I am wisdom
I am wise 
God is not dead
God is not dead

The vision brought tears to my heart
tears to my eyes and I cried at the image
and the knowledge
I am wisdom
I am wise
God is not dead
God is not dead

© 2015 TrilbyYates

When Wont It Matter

I can be an after thought
a chain reaction glimmer in your eye
hitting the nail on the head...clairvoyant imposter
it doesn't truly matter all that much - to me
What is thought or spoken - love has no boundaries
the exception, not being reciprocated - virtuous whore
Especially when the world around us
is a blaze - flames kissing the heavens
and the middle ground is a jagged edge - diversionary tact
When will you look at me
tears in your eyes - heart pounding
the same way I look at you?
When wont it matter
that my story isn't in-sync - with yours?
I know I carry a different tune
When will you feel the same way
about me - the same way I feel about you?
When wont it matter?
I've traveled my own path - lost at times
but when I came to a fork in the road
I never turned back - choices made
via an unorthodox flip of a coin
or mere chance, the direction of the wind
kiss and blow - roll the dice
heads I win tails you lose - continue on my love
The alternative has its own draw - appearances can be deceiving 
just wasn't part of the grand design - my journey
With music pushing me forward, a lyric on the tip of my tongue
my head full of words and soulful thought
always leading me on my merry way
When will you look at me
tears in your eyes - heart pounding
the same way I look at you?
When wont it matter
that my story isn't in-sync - with yours?
I know I carry a different tune
When will you feel the same way
about me - the same way I feel about you?
When wont it matter? 

© 2014 TrilbyYates   

Grand Masquerade

Long beach walks, 
silent talks
thoughts and such
Wondering if there is
a chance, slight possibility
cosmic hotline
that you are aware,
that you can see or hear...me
Wondering if this is all
just some illusive grand masquerade
that is being spun
from the tip of wisdom filled tongues,
with a blank slate
to continually create
what ever
is in the moment;
an abyss of possibilities
and none  -
Void of all
nothing tangible
...an illusive grand masquerade
that is being spun
from the tip of wisdom filled tongues -

...dancing as if there is no tomorrow



© 2014 TrilbyYates    

What We Knew Then

I wish 
you 
were my friend 
my confidant
lover
the one 
that would 
hold me close 
when the wind 
doesn't blow 
the one 
that would keep 
the sails full 
even though 
all odds 
are against us 
and when 
the shadows 
from a dark past 
come to surface
you alone would
illuminate my senses
clearing the fog
bringing sanity 
back to port
safe haven in love
and wisdom
I wish you 
had a vantage point 
beyond what is seen 
from a flat line 
spaces never exist 
unless we 
create them
I wish you
knew now
what we knew then...


© 2013 Trilby

Unawakened Knowledge

Is this life
set in stone?
A book 
or song
with words
events
that take 
twists and turns 
allowing fleeting 
moments 
of joy 
to tempt
the stars
fate
yet to slip 
from sweet lips 
to tears 
of sorrow...
When did life 
become less 
than something 
to cherish
but rather
dread...
When did
the light of another 
day
take a turn
from a blessing
to a curse
carrying with it 
the weight 
of the world?
Somehow 
someway 
born into 
an unawakened
knowledge
yet to learn
to experience...
Wishing
to be born 
in another era 
a flapper girl
with feathers 
and wings 
that would 
sustain
silver dreams 
on moon beams
to places yet 
to be discovered...
When music 
was coming of age 
and notes 
had not yet been played
that followed 
one another 
a brilliant vibration
on spaces 
in between
held with anticipation
bated breath
and whispering humbleness (Shakespeare)
What was new
What was next
Oh yes such sweet 
silence...
The power of song 
The power of words
Creative imaginations
burst into flames 
of purest delight
Stones unturned
Flowers anticipation
to be inhaled
looked upon
in awe!
The first kiss
on the cheek
of a new child,
life with its ephemeral
glimpses of joy...

 ...when did I come to know
that this is not where 
I should be
...and yet here I am 
again and again....

© 2013 Trilby

You Once Said...

...starlight gleaming 
candles burn 
so softly 
casting silhouettes 
lovers lean in 
lips touch 
gingerly...
sweet song plays 
quietly 
in the background 
perfection 
in each breath 
glance 
kiss 
no need 
to step away 
no need 
to hesitate 
...you once said luck had nothing to do with it we earned one another...

our truth is captured in moments of clarity held with intention ~ 

© 2013 Trilby

The Day After St. Paddy's Day

Flawed Tapestry

Silence wraps around me
a blanket of blushed tones
silky white to touch
tints of gray
speckled from edge to edge
never knowing
if I am coming or going
questioning - have I been here all along
and there is a sense of harshness
in the thoughts that wash over me
my faith is an absence of color
as sepia images of Mary and the baby boy
fade away - drifting with a tide of innocence
that now alludes me to the core
I have grown weary
suspect of my surroundings
laughter comes at a price
and there is a dagger to my heart
as a finger to lips - hush sweet sounds of joy
silver in the lining of flat clouds
float by - carried on a sea breeze
traces of what I once knew to be true
this I know no more
and yes mourning doves coo
reminiscent of gentler times
penetrate the cloak that once protected
now smother daydreams of you and me
stray beams of sunlight
pierce a flawed tapestry
I’ve come to call my life

© 2012 Trilby

13th of May 2011 ~ Friday

Sailing "Layla"

From Here To Nowhere

Night falls
words echo
bounce from here
to nowhere…
and
I wonder
who will
save me now
when all that I have
are memories
and
the slightest
glimmer
off in the distance
of hope
with all the promise
that yesterday
once held
for tomorrow.
Will there
come a time
when all else fails
the wisdom of age
will take hold
and
comfort a soul
that only wanted
to share
the secrets
of true love?
My heart
skips a beat
off center
with the ache
of smooth blues
a 13 bar riff
that only fits
when the timing
is off…

© 2011 Trilby Yates

Shift ~ April 2011

Chasing Rainbows and Butterflies

A life time spent
chasing rainbows
and butterflies
a day late
and something short
cherry blossoms
are in bloom
and they say
the air is fresher
south of
the Jersey shoreline
where life never
hits below
the belt
and love floats
in a pool
of wide eyed
innocence
no matter how
time passes you by…
but my heart
hangs in the balance
with a New York
city beat
even though
there is no place
I call home
without the ties
that bind
blood isn’t always
thicker than water
and the roots
of my youth
never took hold
with the presence
of an old soul
by invitation only
yet I never had the
slightest inkling
to reply
a pattern
following me
like a loyal playmate,
lover or friend
a formality
I couldn’t own
as time holds the key
To more fly-by adventures
and uncertainty
love flutters about
a clear vision
kept at arms length…someday, yes someday you will be mine ~

© 2011 Trilby Yates