On the day of awakening, I stumbled in truth.
Reality was but an illusion, or so it seemed.
My life until now, I saw as a dream.
In reality there are true feeling of love or-
This is at least what I’m ought to believe.
My reality is mine. Yours is yours.
To all, is there truth of falsity?
It’s in what we may choose to believe!! …
Ellie
Please read and enjoy the beautiful writing of a very talented writer and a friend, John.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Locked doors. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background.
Love was new and you were my only need.
Your gentle whisper of lover, lover, lover. Let’s become one in the cold of the night.
Release the veil of protection and dance in the fantasy of where love is life. Life is love.
I brought you close and kissed warm welcoming lips and I told you.
We are dancing on dangerous ground of no return and I will risk everything for you.
Love sealed with sweet kiss and embrace.
Lover. lover, lover.
You asked me to define love. I looked in your hazel eyes and caressed your auburn hair.
I told you. True love is like a free river. No boundaries or limits. When love is alive. You find…
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And so it goes…
You and I will be gone leaving imprints-
On the winds of time.
The burst of life, the laughter, the sorrow,
The love, the caring, the painful partings;
The struggle, the triumphs, the rewards,
All these leave imprints on the wind of time.
New life, new generation will come…
As generations before un have come.
Endless…
Winds will unfold and reveal the imprints-
Of lives gone by.
Some moon, some stars, some sunrise…
All key with reseces to the unfolding times.
Endless…
Now… your turn, making imprints on-
The winds of time!! …
Ellie
