![]() Once we had the days of Spring...A Poem by Coyote Poetry![]() Finally a new poem.![]() 1- Once we had the days of Spring.. I remember it was the first warm day of Spring in April 1977. She found me by the lake and she shared a beautiful smile with me. She came to me and you introduced herself. My name is Daniela. And you are the laughing man with with the big smile. I reached my hand out and she took my hand. I told her. My name is Johnnie, soldier and street poet. She laughed and she whispered to me. I have a grand secret. I adore a soldier. 2- Once we had the days of May… I found her alone near the lake in early May. A cigarette in one hand and a Hemingway book in the other. I went to her and I told her. I tried to find you dear Daniela. She smiled and she told me. You have found me. What do you do with me? She was wearing a dress of white cotton, showing off her perfect young body. Her ocean blue eyes demanding answer. I told her. I could not forget you after we spoke. You haunted my dreams and my thoughts. She smiled and she took my hands. She told me. Dreams and wishes Johnnie can be forgotten. We must request a kiss, we must request a dance. I kissed her once and I kissed her again. 3- May-days memories… She asked me to go home with her and I told her. You are my muse, you are my final wish dear Daniela. If I follow you home. I would want your every kiss. She smiled and she told me. Today we are young, today we have a warm Spring day. You make my heart smile and I see in your eyes. You adore me. Please allow the movement of love to be sweet and kind. I brought her close and I told her. Thank you dear Daniela for your kindness. I do adore you. Dancing Coyote © 2024 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on June 26, 2024Last Updated on June 26, 2024 Author![]() Coyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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