Ayla Nereo song and a poem
Swirl me in your mind… I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading
Swirl me in your mind… I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading
Forget me not… I dreamed of you, I dreamed of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs and… Continue reading
No mercy dear Elizabeth…. She found me alone by the St Clair lake and she wore a silky red dress. I saw her from a distance and I watched her walk quickly toward… Continue reading
You are my story… Pretty wishes, savored dreams are you. I have loved you always, I love you in the morning light, I loved you when you dance for the midnight moon and… Continue reading
Nothing last forever… I told you often, nothing last forever. The veil of love is dangerous, make us dance and sing in the rain than teach us love can slip away and leave… Continue reading
Fabiola (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Misty eyes…. You bathe me with your hazel eyes, we have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I tell you, let’s slow down this day, great haste make us… Continue reading
Love story… You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear lover.… Continue reading
New Orleans… (For my kindest muses. Dear Allsion.) I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress, closed eyes and moving bare feet. I watched you danced to the… Continue reading
Lady midnight… (For Joan, her amazing words awoke my sleeping mind.) I found you again my dear lady midnight. Too much whiskey, too much loneliness and you are looking so sweet, in your… Continue reading