Golden Slumbers...

I remember your voice singing softly, whispers that touched my heart - while you watched me sleep. We knew that peace was ours as long as we stayed close...
Now I struggle each night, hoping that your song will come to me through my dreams.
I'm hoping that I will find peace once more ~

...Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye..

© 2008 Pamela Yates

© 2007 Gerard Yates

Rainy Days of Fall...

Looming above
Reminiscent of a frown
Slowly forming on the brow
Of an angry God
Rain streams down
On a Universe that has questions
Always wondering why
Weeping Seraphs
Can’t find the appropriate answers
To send those on the edge
Of Faith
Thunder claps
Continuous applause
Waiting…
For the moment of an ovation or
Request for an encore…
Wrapped in blankets from the past
A cozy place to spend a day
Recalling smiles
Lovemaking…
When the world seemed so gray
We would find comfort in the drama
Safe in one another’s arms
Enjoying the show in a self created Heaven
A place that lingers on and on
While I sip my coffee sitting on the window sill
Watching the world spin by
Angel’s tears flow like a fine wine
Into crystal glasses that mesmerize
Each sip turns the world into a gradual blur
Helping…make sense of nothing…

© 2008 Pamela Yates

Memento...

Sounds
scents
float
swirl
twirl
dance
to-and-fro
twisting
upward spiral
dreams
memories
tied together
neatly
a gift
from above
simple reminder
what was
could have been
life's consequences
fate
stepped in
directing
the path
intersecting
the journey
intent
fate
luck
ascending to Heaven
you held onto
my heart
soul
a memento
saving my place
waiting
for
the day
when
I finally
find
my way
home
to
you...

© 2008 Pamela Yates

words and photo by Trilby Yates
puppets: Jerry Mahoney & Lady Trilby

Rest...oration, love...

Rise in the East, the sun shine’s across the lawn penetrating its way through,
Window pane…
Casting delicate shadows from lace curtains that twirl and dance quietly across our room,
Engaging silhouette…
While I sit patiently longing for hands from beyond this world to tenderly carry me,
Kindheartedly home…
Where we can both rest in one another’s arms once more without worry or apprehension
Timeless moments…

Thankful to have finally found the key to the lock,
Magnificently synchronized…

Restoring our faith in true love…

© 2008 Pamela Yates

Photo ~ Block Island ~ Trilby and Jerry