In the field of perfection….

In the field of perfection

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Perfect place, rarely knowns.


In the field of perfection

I wished upon the first star of the new night,

I wished for warm Spring days,

good drink, long days and warm kisses.

I want to drink in your beauty through my blessed eyes,

I want my fingers to dance in the grace of your soft hands,

I want us to lay in the field of wonder.

Us, watching the clouds and knowing.

We have everything we need.

Just you and I, in the field of sweet dreams.

         Dancing Coyote