Softly we shall go..
Softly we shall go.. Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we want more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to… Continue reading
Softly we shall go.. Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we want more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to… Continue reading
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a year near the Pacific Ocean to write my novel. I hope your days… Continue reading
She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy.. We danced by… Continue reading
Dear Angie.. I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel.You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading
The Pacific.. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me flirt… Continue reading
“Cecelia, be my love. Beautiful Cecelia. Please steal my thought and take me away to the Big Sur. Let’s stay barefoot forever and leave the world behind us. You and me will dance… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind… A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the September windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading