(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked… I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
The Coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry “We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death. The Coyote song.. Beautiful… Continue reading
The Coastline.. I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty.Her power. I walk quickly to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading
Pretty pictures… I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading