The Gypsy heart
Gypsy heart Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison or… Continue reading
Gypsy heart Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison or… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long… Continue reading
If we make it through December Pretty Jenny was long-legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading
“Letters, never send. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.” Letters, never send. Dear Juliette You told me often my Juliette, I was whimsical or not. Always wanting too much, always wanting… Continue reading
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The Speaking Hummingbirds A hummingbird appeared to me three times today. An unusual occurrence, Perhaps decorated with significance. She paused in the sky, Reminding me that every…
The dance of the flowers. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight Sober days and nights led us to places of loneliness. Two people sharing one house with locked doors, not enough words spoken and love forgotten.… Continue reading
Words for you, my love Illusion Some photos are poetry. Beautiful photos and beautiful artwork. They are poetry for the eyes. I saw you resting alone, simple photo with great beauty. The… Continue reading