Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,
sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.
She told me. If you want me.
You 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 Amie 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 Amie dancing, drinking and
celebrating being alive.

Autumn is coming and I know she is content.
Once 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 in her willing ear.
We will laugh at things wanted and things left behind.
I loved my Amie, she was fearless.
Amie do, Amie does.

Coyote/John Castellenas