The rain
The rain I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turned black. I left a lady crying and alone.… Continue reading
The rain I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turned black. I left a lady crying and alone.… Continue reading
Sugar and spice You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby? You… Continue reading
Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows… Continue reading
A moment, of forever “Holy as love You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle. We found a safe place to keep warm, we locked the door, held tightly and stole seconds,… Continue reading
I saw a face I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me… Continue reading
(The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch We had pretty places, ancient city and the… Continue reading
Don’t give-up I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well. I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my… Continue reading
I am going to California I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and… Continue reading
Do you want your child to die in the wars. If you don’t stand for peace. You accepted war. We don’t want war, we don’t want war no-more, Please God of life and… Continue reading
The Clinton River