A fairytale ending.
A fairytale ending. Kind and sweet girl sat alone. Wishing for a better place, wishing for a memory. In her sweet dreams. Love was allowed to win. She wanted a fairytale romance, she… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Lovely is.
Lovely is.. Lovely is the six am June sun kissing the sea. Lovely is when the warm sun, sun-kissed my face on a Summer day. Lovely is the laughter of the children, singing… Continue reading
Last bus going to the sea.
Last bus going toward the sea.. 1- I traveled 1500 miles toward the Florida sea. It was the last bus to the ocean. I was reaching for a miracle, I was dreaming of… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
A quiet dream.
(I was dream writing again. I wrote some poetry prompts.) 1- You came to me in a kind dream. Your smile in full bloom and your eyes. As beautiful as a Sunday morning… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane. And a beautiful Hope Winter song.
My North Dakota hurricane. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading
So, it is. The sin of time.
So, it is. 1- I didn’t know it was the last night I would see your face. I didn’t know it would be the time I would hear your voice and I didn’t… Continue reading
The madness, we knew.
The madness, we knew. You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the sea , you wanted the ancient writers and you loved the quiet… Continue reading
Please give me one-year in Florence.
Please give me one year in Florence. I visit beautiful Florence four times in the late seventies. She left me with good memories. I was young and she was gorgeous. I was alone… Continue reading
The haunting echoes and dangerous dreams.
The haunting echoes and the dangerous dreams. 1- I told the morning, yesterday is gone and today is here. I go to my garden, and I remember my grandfather’s words. Johnnie, you did… Continue reading