Lullaby and a beautiful Katy Funke song.
Lullaby.. Sing me a lullaby, soft and sweet, just words to make me believe, love is alive and true. Just words, they may be. You are the sweetest wine kisses I have known,… Continue reading
Lullaby.. Sing me a lullaby, soft and sweet, just words to make me believe, love is alive and true. Just words, they may be. You are the sweetest wine kisses I have known,… Continue reading
Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
Worn and torn love.. Written on 8 April 1985(For Angela. A lost and confused young lady.I tries to pick her up and show her life was okay.I hope she found peace?) She never allowed… Continue reading
Love is at my door.. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory. I dream of our blissful nights. Kiss after kiss.Leading us to the paradise of the… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers and the scent of the wildflowers took me to the sea and sweet Laura. Laura loved the free flowers. She… Continue reading
A thousand years.. You came to me in my sweet dreams again andyou were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake. I watched your beautiful face smiling and you were singing… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day.. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading
Toxic… Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… Continue reading
the fasting in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love that is distance and far away. Is it myth or just sweet dreams. The fasting in love.. I made promises of Paris and… Continue reading
Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music… Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not… Continue reading