A penny for your thoughts.
A penny for your thoughts. 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
Behold a beautiful rose.
Behold a beautiful rose. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in early June, and it will decay with time. A… Continue reading
The should of, the could of.
A summer night memory. Once upon a time, dear Peggy. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.
I saw the sun in your eyes. (You allowed me to love you. I knew I was blessed.) I long for you when you are not near. I yearn to hold your hands,… Continue reading
I would steal time for you if I could.
I would steal time for you if I could. Once I believed I was invincible and today I know. All of us, can break into pieces, like the broken glass of time. If… Continue reading
The willow tree.
The willow trees. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading
The fearless and the daring.
The fearless and the daring. We drank the September Germany wine and we found our private place where we locked the doors, allowed no-one in. We fell into blissful madness and I fell… Continue reading
What is love?
Love is never stealing. Love is borrowing kisses and hugs. Then returning the borrowed kisses and hugs in two-fold and more. Old wise saying. You don’t find love. Love will find you. Johnnie/Coyote
Ancient floors.
Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed.Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of kind… Continue reading
If I knew.
If I knew. I would of loved more and said less. Sweet memories slip into my mind of us.Two people loving and holding tight like it was our last moment. I remember walking hand… Continue reading