I could not ask for more. And a beautiful Alisa Fineman song.
I could not ask for more… I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless.I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising sun.… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
The windmills of your mind..
Windmills of your mind…. Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days.Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my mind, so… Continue reading
Bridgette wrote..
Bridgette wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked..
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked… I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
She was dancing alone..
She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading
Please promise me forever..
Please, promise me forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Promises of love are endeared to our hearts.) Please, promise me forever.. Bashful and tender beauty rest with me on soft sheets of silk.Her… Continue reading
So beautiful…
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful(Written 6 April 1980)As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless night. As soft as… Continue reading
Love is at my door..
Love is at my door.. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory. I dream of our blissful nights. Kiss after kiss.Leading us to the paradise of the… Continue reading
My muse..
My muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind words… Continue reading