Memory of music.


Old memories become sweet dreams in old age.

Old memories become sweet dreams in old age.

Memory of music.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces.

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  Memory of music.

Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.
Allow the awful shadows of things lost.
Not to  extinguished  pleasures of memories and faces.

Young and beautiful faces.
Lost in time.
Still dance in sweet dreams brought to life by  beautiful old  song.

Many lovers held with fondness.
We believed in the faith that love was to be held forever.
Still sweet dreams in set-up and hopeful dreams.

Allow me to escape from barren places.
I want to dance, sing and hold love like it was my only purpose.

Sweet and hopeful song.
Please take me back to days of rage and torment.
Where love was wild ecstasy.

I want to dance in the shadows of the moon.
Kiss my beauty’s sweet red lips and swim in her eyes.
Fall together in the safety of a love.
Where soft music and two people holding tight.

Is all we need.

Coyote
July 2013