The dark lights, the bright lights..
The dark light and the bright lights. The dark light and the bright lights. Two places we must journey and be observers, become vulnerable to life’s sin and opportunities. The daylights bring no… Continue reading
The dark light and the bright lights. The dark light and the bright lights. Two places we must journey and be observers, become vulnerable to life’s sin and opportunities. The daylights bring no… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Anya held my right hand tightly like a lost child till we arrived in Cologne. We could hear the music near. It was loud and so damn good. We walked into the city.… Continue reading
I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded … Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
Remember to forget.. 1- Once, with a Germany night sky above me. Pretty Bridgette found me. She held me like a child and she told me. Play stay with me till you are… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. Written in 1978. My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in… Continue reading
The sweat, the blood and the tears. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Karma is a fair judge. You will pay in double for sins done without concern for another. The sweat, the blood… Continue reading
Sweet red wine.. It was early fall and the sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded… Continue reading
Beautiful is the night, wonderful is the day. Dear Brigid. You make my mind come alive again and my heart hopeful. … Continue reading