Your face..
Your face.. My crazy world knew no peace till you allowed me to sit with you, allowed me look into your wild dancing eyes, be blessed with the sweetness of your voice I… Continue reading
Your face.. My crazy world knew no peace till you allowed me to sit with you, allowed me look into your wild dancing eyes, be blessed with the sweetness of your voice I… Continue reading
The Port Austin boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter three. We become, who we suppose to be.. I was station at… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part two. We become, who we suppose to be. (Part two)… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter one. We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a… Continue reading