Old dreams, wishes and whispers
Old dreams, wishes and whispers.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Beautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings.
Old age make us ponder thoughts and decisions.
We travel back in time and
we wonder if we were kinder and more gentle.
Would true love not faded and became nightmares and sweet dreams?
Some faces haunt my dreams.
Open doors closed by life and poor decisions.
I whisper sweet names in secret dreams and hidden places.
Remembering sweet long warm kisses, laughter and being fearless in the emotion
of love.
I remember beautiful brown eyed and two people dancing on dangerous ground.
Going places where there was no safety wire or possibility of a happy ending.
I wished often in my life to be able to hold a memories and travel back in time.
To change the past and maybe allow true love to flourish and grow.
Not leave unanswered questions and desired bury deep in the mind and heart.
Whispers of sweet voices appear in my dreams.
Remembering the sweet taste of soft skin and swimming in the tender touches of
young and innocent love.
The passing of time.
Bring back the mystery and beauty of youth.
I would love to see my brown eyed beauty again.
I know we have travel to different places and made many decisions.
I wonder does she remember me?
I would tell my lost love.
“I should of held on tighter and fought to keep the love alive.”
I know you can’t go back in time.
All we have is.
Dreams, wishes and whispers.
Coyote
9 March 2013
Life is not easy but always wish for a miracle.
Enjoy my own personal letter blog.
http://livingwithyourlove.wordpress.com/
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Thank you Dakshi for reading and the comment.
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so touching 🙂
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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I love this poem, John.
Russ
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so beautiful…delicate. love it! Thanks for posting!
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Great read… I wish not to regret my desisions in my oldage but it seems to be something next to impossible. 🙂
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i should have said, “I felt like a youngster.” sorry… thanks for the poem. 🙂 eve
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nice one but you are not old.. From you pic. you look young to me.. My daughter tells me she is old, and yet at her age, I feel like a youngster..
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Thank you for your sweet and kind words, dear! You are wonderful! A fine writer!
The picture of me was taken 4 years ago… now I’m 68 and love my age and being a Granny. Like to smle? Welcome to my World!
http://www.omikari1.com
Warm Regards
Granny Kari
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A joy to read! Beautifully written and quite true! Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you Kari for reading and the comment.
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