I would steal the moon for you…
I would steal the moon for you…. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven… Continue reading
I would steal the moon for you…. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven… Continue reading
We need more love words… The old house is quiet now. Once the three bedrooms house was filled with children and laughter. Once I had solid people near, strong people to sit with… Continue reading
Tattoos… The pretty lady had many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe if… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer… He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryTalk softly, be kind. Love is tender and soft. Can be broken like a wing.) On the thread of a word…. (Freedom… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote Poetry The best days. Good friends and conversation. The poet, the dancer and… Continue reading
New Orleans A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories, become a part of us. New Orleans… (For my kindest muse. Dear Allison.) I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress,… Continue reading
Waterfall… “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t hold Enclasp” The night is silence, old heart awry in sombre songs, barren sea memories and smitten kisses remembered. The wary ghostly grasp the… Continue reading
Smoke and mirrors… Smoke and mirrors we became. Once we locked our doors and we believed love was life. On a hot Summer day, we made promises we could not keep. Who is… Continue reading
Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady… My lovely lady lay in sweet slumber and I whispered into her ear. You are my morning blessing, my daytime kindness and my midnight… Continue reading