I wish I was the morning sun.
I wish I was the morning sun. I wish I was the morning sun, be able to sun-kiss your skin. I wish I was the summer rain, be able to caress your face,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
Show me the way to love.
Show me the way to love. (Photo of my Daniela in 1978 and my first published poem somewhere. Written in 1979.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful… Continue reading
Pretty Peggy. The last dance.
Pretty Peggy. Once I chased you and all I wanted was a kiss, a dance. I told you often, you were the most beautiful girl in my world. We tried to find love… Continue reading
The daylight fading.
The daylight fading. Once the kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne used to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late into… Continue reading
Recollection. For dear Kellie.
Recollections… 1- Kellie.I was intoxicated by you. My beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you. You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving… Continue reading
Autumn leaves. And a beautiful Katy Funke song.
Autumn leaves. I remember the September Indian Summer, I remember the warm sun touching my face and I remember you. We entwined our hands and we walked by Lake St. Clair. I loved… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked.
“Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.” I don’t remember how you looked. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
My lovely lady.
My lovely lady. You laughed at me as I told you. I love you so, my lovely lady. You make my life midnight dances, and I love you honey kisses. You are my… Continue reading
The midnight night splendor. And a beautiful Katy Funke song.
1- Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died. 2- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor 3- Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
The cold night whispered. And a beautiful Sierra Eagleson song.
The cold night whispered. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turns indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading