I will love you forever and a day..
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time. ” I will love you forever and a day”. A… Continue reading
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time. ” I will love you forever and a day”. A… Continue reading
Cry a tear A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy first published poem. Some small press put in in 1979. Cry a tear My heart still can bleed with pain and loss still.Tears can fall when… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy? A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be.” The lucky or the crazy We danced by the… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time. I don’t remember how you look I don’t remember how you look.Your… Continue reading
The lady near the sea A rainy and gloomy night in New Orleans in the Winter of 1992. Johnnie tried to drink away the heaviness of things left behind. He sat alone near… Continue reading
Originally posted on silent poetry:
Beyond a shade of glory is mine innocent sister in faithfulness securely are her placid bones laced with a silver dress Thy eyes are sleepless but seem to…
We shall fall and rise ——————————————————— I listened to you, you are so damn pretty and you carry a heavy heart. I made you laugh and I told you. Naked heart and too… Continue reading
Love story…. You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear lover.… Continue reading
Children in time….. I took a little walk by Lake Saint Clair, The Winter grasp and hold was almost gone. I looked at the morning sun and I touched the cold water. I… Continue reading
Originally posted on tavolozza di vita:
Viaggio della memoria La vita è viaggio della memoria o attesa alla prossima stazione per riavvolgere il nastro di occhi lucidi di nostalgia che straripa senza bussare…