Under the willow tree. And a beautiful Ana Popovic song.
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Was a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
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Once upon a Summer Day.
Once upon a Summer Day. She was the kindest and pretty’s gal in Monterey. I called her, my lady of the sea. She called me, the angry man. Who needed to find the… Continue reading
Jazzy Tuesday and some words. You want me, you want everything and more. Is there more Johnnie?
She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the jazz songs. She looked into my eyes, and she waved me to come to her. I watched her sexy hips… Continue reading
She is free. And a beautiful Sadie Horler song.
She is free 1- She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should be… Continue reading
Wildflower dream. And an amazing song.
Wildflowers I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be forgiven… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me. And a beautiful Joss Stone song.
Nothing could stop me. I traveled 2500 miles to see your face and nothing could stop me. When I arrive at your home. I will kiss your hair, I will kiss your neck… Continue reading
So cold. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
So cold. She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin, I need to know you wild… Continue reading
So, it is. The sin of time. And an amazing song.
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
Loveliest girl in Michigan. Hanging with Prince.
Loveliest girl in Michigan. Old soldier drinking alone in Port Austin, Michigan and he knew. He had learn too late. Love is fleeing moments that cannot be caught. He know now. Love can… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist.
The poet, the dancer and the artist. It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading