The Fall sweet honey..

The Fall sweet honey>

Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,
sweet and kind like the fresh Fall Michigan sweet honey.
She told me, if you want me.
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 girl had left Texas. She left to find new sweet dreams and
I accepted her dark skies and a trouble heart.

But it is okay, my tire bones don’t want too 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. A beautiful girl dancing, drinking and
celebrating being alive in the city of lights.

Autumn is coming and I know she is content.
She took me to Paris once and one day.
I will return to Paris with a mysterious beauty where Hemingway
drank and laughs. Whisper secret hopes and wants to a tempting beauty.
We will laugh at things wanted and things left behind.
I love my wandering and dancing lady. Fearless life, is wonderful life.
Maybe one day, the dancing Coyote will dance in the streets of Paris with his kind muse.

Dancing Coyote