Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation.” Sacred places and sweet dreams.. She traced my skin with… Continue reading
I dreamed of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words create by perfect art.” (Thank you Tumblr-Milo Moire- A goddess) I dream of you I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and… Continue reading
We danced , we loved and you never departed my heart… I’m 65-year-old. I don’t believe I’m wiser than when life was to be lived and challenged. Time is moving so quickly. Old… Continue reading