I remember you…
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… 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… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra… Continue reading
Words, never spoken… A Poem by Coyote Poetry We regret what we didn’t say, what we didn’t do. If something is important. Do it today, say the words today. Words, never spoken… Last two… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the Lover’s song… A Poem by Coyote Poetry The days of good song, beautiful faces and when love was life. Our best days. The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty… Continue reading
Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
The heartstrings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love become beautiful music The heartstrings… She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December 1988. The twisted dance of love… (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in… Continue reading
The dance… Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because… Continue reading
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
The Jazzy Sunday.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My best days was on Sunday in Austin, Texas. I would spend the evenings listening to the legends of Jazz. The Jazzy Sundays… The jazz is… Continue reading