Some days can be perfect.
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Tag Archive: Germany
Memory of music.
Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover.
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning.You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain.The Germany Winter made our… Continue reading
Forever and a day.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Become better with time.) I will love you forever and a day It was a serene and tranquil day.… Continue reading
I will love you forever and a day.
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time.) ” I will love you forever and a… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love.
The twisted dance of love. (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December. I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes.… Continue reading
I remember you dear Brigitte.
I remember you dear Brigitte.. Beautiful and wonderful days of my youth. Rhyme and song, I did love. I found a dream in September of 1978.Gorgeous and kind Brigitte, she took my hands.… Continue reading
My lady..
My lady My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams when your name appeared. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes.… Continue reading
Please come to me on a Summer day..
Please come to me on a Summer day… The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading
A Germany love story..
A Germany love story…It was a April Spring day and the first warm day of the new Spring. I drank my whiskey alone and I wished to be elsewhere.I sat by the lake and… Continue reading