Please come to me on a Summer day..
Please come to me on a Summer day… The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading
Please come to me on a Summer day… The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading
You were never my love… She was a beautiful beautiful flower and I loved her so. I didn’t know love was based on wonder, mystery and wonder. I was just a replacement. Love… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart.. He told the sea, he told the Black Velvet he held tightly in his hands. Everything that is pretty, sometimes isn’t truly pretty. Can be just be… Continue reading
The phone booth near the lake…. I called you at midnight and I told you. I miss your voice and the nights seem colder without you. Please come to me. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
The black night and the shadow dance… A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading
Diamonds and gold… I held wealth and traveled to the four corners of our world.I lost and gained love. I thought I knew what life and love was.I wear an old man face now… Continue reading
1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and once, we adored love. Time… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Awakening my sleeping muse. ) She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing… Continue reading