Waiting

Darkest of the night 
when spoken
simple words
...my love the light 
lands perfectly
you have 
the face 
of an angel 
saving grace 
and all that we were taught 
in stained glass cathedrals 
ceilings reaching out 
grabbing hold 
of the heavens 
with windows that bleed
holiest of waters
pouring
onto the faithless 
color soothes the soul 
sinners and not 
bead readers 
in silent prayer 
words strung together 
signs of the Cross 
we have yet to bear 
the son, his, or her name
guiding the way 
bring us to our knees 
thankful for what we have
finally found 
and now as walls 
crumble around me 
piece by tiny piece 
my life is quietly
dismantled 
and only those 
that watch 
from high above 
can bring it all 
to an end 
while waiting has never
been a virtue
I ponder and question
I wait and wonder
counting the stars 
waiting for a peaceful 
slumber...that does not come...waiting...

© 2013 Trilby

Shadows

Tongue and cheek 
slap down 
mixed match 
lovers jest 
one blink 
loser begs 
for mercy 
there wasn't 
a time 
when second thoughts 
or lack of judgement 
flying too high 
meant it wasn't 
our time 
but just as the fun 
began 
you slipped away 
off to another land 
without limitations 
leaving me behind
trapped in the now
 - oh you bastard, 
yes I cursed 
the wind your ashes 
were blowing in, 
the ocean tide 
that carried you away 
over and over
again
so many vivid dreams 
color, black and white
confusion seemed
more the norm 
than not 
but it is within 
those dream states 
when you walk with me 
whispers in the darkness 
that somehow 
keep me 
from slipping 
deeper into the shadows...


p.s. ...I question if I will thank you or slap you when we meet again at the "Pearly Gates"

© 2013 Trilby

Newport Nights

Hands held tight 
our lives hanging 
by a thread 
Newport nights
comfort in a smile
kisses deep 
with passion 
and promise 
hopes that this 
crazy world 
could stop for us
for a moment 
just one single 
moment 
in time 
when all that we 
saw
heard
felt 
would remain true 
and timeless...
...but nothing seems 
to truly last forever 
and words 
that can't be taken back 
sting at times 
when tenderness 
from long ago 
remains
wanted and needed...
...there was 
a story 
we told 
it was sweet 
til the bitter end 
and with each day 
that passes 
and month 
that turns 
into another year 
I still think of you 
and wonder 
how could you 
forget 
how could you 
not take pause 
and reach out...

...Newport nights...


© 2013 Trilby

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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