Sun, moon and the stars
The sun, the moon and the stars ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warmed our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warmed our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
Let us kiss and never part She told the wandering soldier, be my love and stay with me in old Monterey. She brought his face into her warm bosom and she sang… Continue reading
I called your name Beautiful lady weeps for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
Did I ever love you? Dying, lying, needing, bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair, need the unities of two people living and dying… Continue reading
Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Their life will expand and multiply. They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders. The have learned profound knowledge and the… Continue reading
Once Stealing kisses, hands falling together, finding new place to be discovered. We loved so damn hard, we forgot to have a safety net. ——————————————————————– If I knew We had the… Continue reading
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… Continue reading
You forgave me I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. We drank aged wine… Continue reading
(Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.) Last person standing I had a bad dream. A… Continue reading