I saw the sun in your eyes.
I saw the sun in your eyes. You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes. You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves, and I felt the safety of her power… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon.. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean… Continue reading
I remember the summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea, and you loved the wine country of… Continue reading
Delicate flower. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flower. I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue skies… Continue reading
In the Valley of the Devils and the Angels. I have played the sinner.Danced in the sweat and passion ofliar’s emotions. Made so many promises.I couldn’t keep. I told bloody lies to undress beautiful… Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading
The Pacific Love, Dance and celebrate being alive. She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walk… Continue reading
An immortal love once. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is rare and it is a blessing. I had a immortal love once…I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted… Continue reading