Dear Michigan..
Dear Michigan —-Treasure memories Dark taverns, strong drink and I’m thinking of you.Pretty Austin, Texas girl with strawberry red hair sitting near me.She smelled like you. She smell like Summer flowers and free… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
My Summer day wish, my Fall moon blessing.
My Summer day wish, my Fall moon blessing ————————————————————————————————————————- In your eyes, I saw the sea, I saw a miracle in those eyes of golden brown, you took my hands and I knew.… Continue reading
When love is near…
When love is near.. You and I, we love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading
A memory, a story remembered..
A memory, a story remembered.———————————————————–Everything In the stillness of the night,you held me, so tightly. You were my 2 am lover and my midnight dancer.Your kiss was the sweetest breathe given to me.… Continue reading
A feather..
A feather… Once I wanted to be king of the world and I wanted wealth and things of value.I was led to a simple place by a kind spirit and I was taught… Continue reading
A wish upon a star…
A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away.” A wish upon a star… Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a wish to kiss… Continue reading
Don’t ask for less..
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age. Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached.” Don’t… Continue reading
The golden Dusk…
The golden dusk… We didn’t know. Life move so damn fast and we cannot stop time.I wondered. Did you know me? Did I know you?Now our silence whispers of love words are rarely… Continue reading
You are my poetry..
You are my poetry… Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
I didn’t know…
I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life can be unknown ending and mystery I didn’t know… My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised… Continue reading