Wildflower dreams.
Some lavender colored wildflowers growing near the trail. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Wildflower dreams.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Some memories are held forever.
I sit among the wildflowers.
Growing where they desire and free.
The sweet sense of the wildflowers take me back to you.
I remember my beautiful lady dancing with the moving trees.
Wildflowers in her hair.
Laughter in her voice.
We fell together in the paradise of love and knowing no fear.
In the field of the wildflowers.
We learn love is free to the young and fearless in heart.
I want to travel back in time.
Dance with sweet dreams lost in a field of wildflowers.
To kiss my wildflower dream once more.
To know the beauty of real love and freedom once again.
Some dreams cannot be touched again.
We relive them is sweet dreams.
Dancing in the wind of time.
Coyote
June 2013
© 2013 Coyote Poetry
Your poems and ladies are wildflowers.
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You are right. Good memories are freedoms and old dreams.
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For anyone who has been in need, to comfort is to place a wildflower in your hand as is to hold a little love in your heart.
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I agree. Wildflowers show us not all things can be controlled and can grow where they desire.
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I visit your wildfire dreams and wish one could travel back. The last three lines carry me away.
Some dreams cannot be touched again.
We relive them is sweet dreams.
Dancing in the wind of time
Beautiful and touching. Jk
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Thank you for reading. Wildflowers remind us. Good to be free and wild.
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