My dearest muse.
My dearest muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with your haunting words awakening the want of love, the dance and the song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Open doors, dead poets and bare feet.
1- Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the… Continue reading
The embrace.
(Thank you Maria Kreyn for photo from Tumblr) The embrace… You allow me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume in your skin of the spring flowers. We… Continue reading
Please swirl me, one more time.
Please swirl me, one more time.. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight we dance with the sea near and the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… Continue reading
Sometimes in snow in April and remembering Prince.
Sometimes it snows in April… 1- Was a warm April day and she left him, feeling breathless.Her wild eyes and her thousand dreams, he adored.The fire in her voice, made him follow her… Continue reading
Love conquered all.
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all.. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe slow dances,… Continue reading
A Michigan sky.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
The stormy sea.
Stormy sea. The beauty of the Monterey bay,left us feeling peaceful and thankful. The Poets read at the Pacific Grove coffee shop tonight.The 20 or so people enjoyed hearing the words of the… Continue reading
Gypsy soul.
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. We are… Continue reading
Have mercy.
Have mercy Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we do have. We have become strangers to our self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced,… Continue reading