Beautiful as the rising Summer sun.
Sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.
She told me. If you want me.
Must leave your tomb and find me.
A divided heart will die a lonely one.

I told her. Tragedy of a cowardice life.
Is accepting not enough.
Slaying your dreams and settling for a subtle life.
Waiting for nothing.

Sweet Katie left Texas. She left to find sweet dreams  and
I accepted dark skies and a trouble heart.

But it is okay. My tire bones don’t want much anymore.
Sweet and kind woman can arouse tire hope and spirit for a moment.
The bruised heart need some kind of peace and calm.
I see in sweet dreams. Beautiful Katie dancing, drinking and
celebrating being alive.

Autumn is coming and I know Katie is content.
She took me to Paris and one day.
I will return to Paris with a mysterious beauty where Hemingway
drank and laughs. Whisper secret hope and wants.
We will laugh at things wanted and things left behind.
I love my Katie. Katie was fearless.
Katie do, Katie does.

Coyote/John Castellenas