I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
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The intoxication kiss..
The intoxicating kiss… (I was asked. What do you remember? I told them, when the kiss was so sweet and so wonderful. Each kiss, we shall remember.) The wine, the songs and the foolishness.These… Continue reading
One more day my love..
One more day my love..I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men and… Continue reading
Never, never land. And a beautiful Zendaya song.
Never, never land… (Let’s escape to Big Sur. Let’s dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let’s dance with the ghost of today. Let’s find a never, never land where our mind and heart… Continue reading
Please sing me a lullaby my sweet lady.. And a beautiful Sophia song..
Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady.. My lovely lady lay in sweet slumber, and I whispered into her ear. You are my morning blessing, my daytime kindness and my midnight cherish… Continue reading
A Poet’s love. Is never forgotten. And a beautiful Lorde song.
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading
Yesterday..
Yesterday.. I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ear. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up. Once I… Continue reading
The lake song..
The lake song.. I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading
Roses and lovers..
Roses and lovers.. “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading
My dear Beatrice Marcella..
My dear Beatrice Marcella.. She told me. Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free. Allow the Monterey nights to make us know the freedom and the laughter. Enter into the mediation… Continue reading