If I could turn back time, I would.
If I could turn back time, I would. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
The endings and the beginnings. She was my salvation in the Winter of 1978.I gave up everything I believed in.I left a sweet love to fall into her arms andI fell deeper and… Continue reading
Dear Bridgette. I still miss you… 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day.Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage.You held my… Continue reading
(April is poetry month. New poem number fourteen.) A Germany story of love. Once upon a time, I was nineteen in 1977. Proud, strong and the world was my place to conquer. I… Continue reading
I didn’t know. “My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading
Please stay with me till the end of time..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. ) Please… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look… Continue reading
The fearless and the daring. We drank the September Germany wine and we found our private place where we locked the doors, allowed no-one in. We fell into blissful madness and I fell… Continue reading
Sweet pleasures and rare delights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till… Continue reading
My lady. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I wish… Continue reading