Leftover wine… Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Fevers of the Mind:
Nothingness Some days are like dayswhere sorrow creeps outfrom every nook and cornertrying to pull you in like hoarfrost on the succulentsthe bright shining deathshining through…

If it be your will …. A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. If it be your will… My dear Winter love. I held you so tightly in the long cold Winter days and nights.We… Continue reading →

Me and you,.. we found the holy ground of nature, in the field of the wildflowers, we swam in the beauty of her grace. She blessed us with her caress. I told you.… Continue reading →

   If I had magic…. Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy places.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide the wishing wells and… Continue reading →

 I am still alive…. She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy… Continue reading →

Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
Illustration:?‘Winter’ by Édouard Bisson (French, 1856-1939) My Translation: *** How merrily the snowflakes brightened Your—grey, my—sable fur, How at the Christmas fair excited We looked for…

Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A sea the colour of despair Churned sands of sorrowful mien Beneath cold steel sky A’mottle with clouds of grubby countenance One tempest filled day As brute shards…