Dear Cheryl prayed to the star and for the crying night moon.
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and for the crying night moon… (For a kind woman, I once knew. We met at the wrong time. She died alone in Reno.) Once a beautiful… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The waltz..
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz ….. (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
I would steal the moon for you..
I would steal the moon for you… My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven near the sea, small tent and sleeping bag. We drank tequila with the… Continue reading
With open eyes..
With open eyes… I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading
I lift my eyes..
I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.” I lift my eyes.. Barren cold and heartless world.Fear had tarnish… Continue reading
Show me the way to love..
Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.” Show me the way to… Continue reading
The sea and the memories..
The sea and the memories.. The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of summer. The winter days bring back the memory of our closure of our… Continue reading
Who can limit love?
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age… Who can limit love? She wanted to be the Joan of Arc in the mystery of love.I told her. Love is like the early morning… Continue reading
Broken bones and unkempt promises..
Broken bones and unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy.” Broken bones and unkempt promises.. Fools’ dances in wishes and dreamers believe love… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair..
She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.” She wore flowers in her hair.. I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my… Continue reading