So beautiful…
So Beautiful(Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless night. As soft as a gentle summer breeze that caress… Continue reading
So Beautiful(Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless night. As soft as a gentle summer breeze that caress… Continue reading
The stranger song.. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body and not the… Continue reading
My muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind words… Continue reading
You are my everything .. Love remembers everything, I told my new young friend at the Seaside city, California tavern. A beautiful red-haired beauty with long legs walked by and I told my… Continue reading
Too old to die young—- I am 66 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I whispered. Too old to die… Continue reading
Nothing left to lose.. I lay in the silence of the deadening silence. All my dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember… Continue reading
Please take my hands, please take my heart.. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live. You must lose everything to appreciate… Continue reading
1- The dance.. Love is a wild dance,make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance… Continue reading
You take my breathe away.. You undressed with the lights on.I watched you slowly take away layers of clothing,I can feel your smiling face and you know you have taken my breath awaywith… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading