Pure Heart ~ Valentines Day 2013

Melt away smoldering ash ~
Sweet song serenades
Deep breath, take a bow ~
Love the hands that move you
Tears flow but never fall ~
Tender kisses tell the tale
Finger tips draw fine lines ~
Never touching the curve
Slow decline emotions blend ~
Shades of grey to lavender
Perfection rests in between ~
Valentines from past to present
Pure heart 
Pure heart 

© 2013 Trilby

Flight

A slight movement forward
wind shifts suddenly
and
there is 
a tumbling sensation
in each step 
I've taken
your touch 
was never an absolute
and as much as I knew that
going in
it's the 
coming out
that's another story 
time is not on my side
and as I wander 
between my thoughts 
there is a tug 
at my heart 
wishing one thing 
could be true 
that flight 
wasn't a solution 
or a place of comfort  
I'm running to -   
here I stand 
fair winds and following seas 
unable to find my way 
once again 
and things haven't changed 
all that much 
since my youth 
when boys would be boys 
and men will be boys too 
I question the disconnect 
from what is said
and what is heard
all the words 
exchanged between us
nothing ever remains 
very clear 
so I'll listen to sad songs
once again
wishing the nights away
cursing you for leaving me 
in this place 
when all that I have 
are memories 
of sweeter days...

© 2013 Trilby

Beach Walk Mid July

Cold winter days 
circle around 
in a flurry 
snowflakes fall gently
solitude in daydreams 
and sweet whispered words 
make me blush 
at the thought 
of what could be
if only to let go...
I wonder if 
we are a good fit 
or if when time tells 
its tall tale
an unedited version of truth - 
self indulgent melancholy
if the reflection 
that bounces back 
isn't what we suppose
best to leave 
the stories behind 
like an old song
such a sweet serenade
taps ever so lightly 
angst is at the core of my insecurities 
reaching into my heart 
with one finger on the pulse 
of all that keeps the beat
of complete surrender 
to a new time 
and new space 
when all the potential 
that I hold dear 
can be realized 
and shine ever so brightly 
with the comfort 
of a beach walk 
in mid July

© 2013 Trilby

Best Is Yet To Come

Silver spoons and snake skins
hanging from the rear view mirror 
top down and the wind is blowing 
like there is something on fire
keeping my demons at bay
and when the devil is at the cross roads 
tapping his foot impatiently waiting 
for the woman dressed in black 
my widows walk 
doesn't seem so far away ...
And when you kiss me like that 
the memories shift to a clearing 
held for all those precious times 
that flicker in candle light
gently swaying from left to right 
not that it matters all that much 
when passions rise and spirits flutter by 
I can't speak when the spaces in between 
have a voice unto their own ...
Finally you will whisper 
"I love you"
only then will I let it go  
watching from a distant corner 
knowing
the best is yet to come...

© 2013 Trilby