My Lady (Written in 1982)

(Big Sur, California rocks.)

(Basel, Switzerland, 1978)

    My lady….

My lady,
I still cry out in sweet dreams your name.

So long since our lips had touched.
I still wish upon a star,
 to be able to look into your eyes.

I wish to awake with your body near,
to put my face into your long blond hair,
be intoxicated by my love for you.

I wish to hold your tender hands on a walk by the lake.
Two  young titans with love as our shield.

My lady of joy and happiness,
allow me to remember you sweetly.
For only in your arms did I feel complete.

Salvation I cannot find.
The knife of disappointment is cutting away my tenderness.
Your love is the only loss I can’t get over.

My lady,
dressed in white.
Your long blond hair flowing in in the gentle breeze.
I dreamed you were whispering.
“I will only love you.”

I have tried to erase your memory and
the memory is tattoos on my heart.
Paradise is rarely touched in a life.

Youth is the greatest high.
We were babies making great dreams happen.
Paradise of candles and the heat of love.
I didn’t know sweet dreams would break my heart forever.

My lady of tenderness,
your beautiful face will not be forgotten.
You were my first true love.

A sweet memory upon a old heart today.

                        Coyote
                        1982/2010