A wish upon the first star of the night.
A wish upon the first star of the night.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old dreams never fade away. ![]()
A wish upon the first star of the night.
Every night before I close my eyes.
I whisper your name.
I make a wish to kiss your lips.
To feel the heat of your body.
I sent you a prayer.
A prayer you have found happiness.
I held you so tightly once,
but I saw the loneliness.
The hunger for the road in your eyes.
My wandering Angel was dying.
I drove you to the airport.
I watched as you flew away from me and
I whispered I would wait for you.
I knew when you set a wild bird free.
They will never come back.
I drink the tequila now and
I run down Big Sur beaches yelling your name.
Sweet name to my heart.
I sit by the bay.
After the tequila killed all my senses.
I dream I can see you dancing naked on the beach.
Whispering to me.
” Life is to be lived. Don’t wallow in sadness.”
You told me once you love me more than life.
I will never leave you.
A sweet love can create a prison and a paradise.
I close my eyes and
I see my beautiful lady wandering the world.
I wish to have your hand in mine.
To take long walks on the Monterey Bay sand.
I’m waiting on the Big Surf beach and
I wish on the first star in the sky.
To be able to look into your eyes.
Tell you I love you and I miss you.
COYOTE
1994
The sweet remembrances of those we love that don’t wish to stay still. Beautiful ❤️🤗
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I agree dear Joni. We need love near us. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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I feel like we need to be reminded of Love right now has there seems to be a lack of love going forth from one person to the next instead we read of tragedy daily. Your pieces always make me smile and take me back to my days on the beach and also my first love.
Sending you big hugs, appreciation, and blessings, my dear friend. ❤️🙏❤️
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We need more beach days dear Joni. You should write a book about your Haiti time. I spend six months in Africa for President Clinton. I still remember the appreciation of the people we helped. Someday, I will return to those memories. A hard story.
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