A new story had begin. –The dark light and the bright lights
The dark light and the bright lights A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter one of a new story. The dark light and the bright lights. The dark light and the bright… Continue reading
The dark light and the bright lights A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter one of a new story. The dark light and the bright lights. The dark light and the bright… Continue reading
Unforgettable A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful artwork create amazing words. Thank you Tumblr. yourtalana: William Oxer Unforgettable I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility.… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly.… Continue reading
Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me… Continue reading
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading
We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For sweet Brigitte. I was lucky to be saved by a kind heart. We laughed, we danced… 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
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… Continue reading
“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… Continue reading
You have saved me A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the many people who gave me hope when I had none. You have saved me I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos. Suicide… Continue reading