Misty eyes…


Misty eyes

You bathe me with your hazel eyes,

we have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east.

I tell you, let’s slow down this day, great haste make us forget,

heavenly places where I can rest my head into you lap,

savor the perfume of the Summer flowers of your skin,

lay in the shade of your love.

The blessed days,

we must make last forever.

       Dancing Coyote

Category : poetry