Somewhere in time…



Somewhere in time…

The paradox of living,

we get what we deserve.

Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known,

waited for a wayward man.

I remember the fragrance of her skin,

the tenderness of her hands.

I sang love words to her for many days.

“We love, we die.

we dance, we shall cry.

In the midnight hours,

we shall lies and make promises.

My sweetest love,

I did know.

I shall never forget your face.”

The yesterday man, the sleeping man.

He knew,

once love was near and when men who write in riddles.

They learn, true love is the sweetest wine.

Dancing Coyote

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