Turn, turn, turn…
Turn, turn, turn… The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover andI will be your salvation and you will be my rock to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
The night is young, the night is long, my love..
The night is young and the night is long, my love…. I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning.You are my fire in… Continue reading
Nothing really matters… And a amazing Nick Cave song.
She brought his face to her breasts and she sang to him.“Lovers love, Lover stay.The Gypsy heart can stray,the Gypsy heart love the elixir of kiss,the strong drink,they love the smell of the… Continue reading
A little crazy…
A little crazy…. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading
My Grandfather house and Merry Christmas…
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading