The fray- part two- Dreams

Been dreaming poetry. A poem for the book. The island.

      The fray- You.

He remembers a warm Summer day,

he remembered her.

She was warm and so kind.

Dearest Sheena, had the prettiest eyes of green.

A barefoot Scottish beauty who made the sun brighter,

the days easier and life sweeter.

She told him often, seeking the the fray.

A dangerous dance.

Once she was his dreams, a mystery, a wonder and a kind voice.

She was a willing dancer when the sky was clear and the wine was tasty.

She loved the Germany small lake in the city,

she was his shoeless beauty,

who loved the 6 am walks and to feel the coldness of the sea against her feet.

They would lay in the bed till noon and she would tell him great stories of myth and tale.

He loved the softness of her voice, her Scottish accent. he told her often.

I need to hear your voice, 

I need to allow my mind and heart,

to free-fall into your beautiful face and your lullabies.

I have not lived yet. My stories are being born.

I will write about the fray.

I will write about our place, our place of safeness.

I will seek in dreams.

The fray where I found you.

And I can fall into your arms forever and a day.

Coyote

Author's Note

I have been writing in my dreams. I awoke and I wrote two poems. Thank you for reading and the comment.

Reviews

[Perdition]

"God is Gracious"..good choice for the name. Dream writing is a wonderful gift aside the spirit writing as well. Sacred in nature and from the fray of a subconscious wine you have poured out a slow vintage into a crystal vat. A haven from the collective and a solid wine indeed. Thanks for the meditation Coyote Poetry~

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. The book I am writing. The Island, came to me in dreams. I appreciate the comment.

[Judyf]

This poem is so nice and beautiful

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... the romance of a Scottish beauty is so tender.
I can hear the Bagpipes and see the Mountains and a Scottish
Castle with a Lake. A novel that has yet to be written...
You were Smitten. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I was and I was foolish. I allowed her to leave my life. Thank you dear Pat for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Cassie]

This poem reminds me of a movie I watched when I was younger, its title was Sheena. You have painted the images very well

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Cassie. I hope you are doing well and staying safe. Merry Christmas my friend.