Adrift in a memory..

The night rain..

Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark.
I held you close and I whispered.
A little bit longer dear love,
I want to listen to your heart and hear you speak,
I want to remember us holding tightly in the cold of the February rainy days and nights,
I want to remember the days and nights of love.
I want to remember us.

Adrift..
Beautiful Jenny was like the sea,
Her love was the vodka and the juice.
Suicide boarding the sea was her last passion.
She told me often.
White lies, demanding and dark lies.
Just words for the beggars of the skin.
Real love is free and wild mind,
open road and wild sea.
Love will kill us slowly but,
when we show real face.
Share kiss and embrace without ownership.
Mistress love can be found.
Love is food for the heart.
Song for the feet and
wishes for the foolish souls.
John Coyote/Coyote