I serenaded to the paragon of beauty.

We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life

                            I serenaded  to the paragon of beauty


On highway two. The coastal California highway.
Hidden is utopia of land and people untouched by factory or big business.
Big Surf is safe hideaway for the few lucky people close to her.

A hidden beach called Pfeiffer beach in Big Surf.
Allowed the people to be far away from the city and in the safe
hands of the Pacific ocean.

My long legs beauty beg me to take to Big Surf.
She wanted to dance bare to the sea.
Allow her skin to unravel from the burden of real life.

We arrived at Pfieffer beach at noon.
Old and young running in skimpy bathing suits or none.
Few swim in the dangerous water.
The view of the rocks and dancing waves was enough.

My beauty undress quickly.
Reaching her arms to the sky.
Doing a circle dance like a child.
Reached for me and kissed me.

I told her I will take you to the paragon of perfection.
Nature herself had to touch this place I will show you.

I walked behind her.
We had to climb a path to a large hill.
The hill overlooked the sea for miles.

We reached the peak.
My lady was amazed at the beauty of the sea and the mountain range.
She was held in silence.
I told her in the Spring and the Fall.
Can see the whales swimming by.

We sat down. Facing the Pacific.
She lay against me.
I caress the softness of her neck and arms. Held her waist.
The  sun aspire to allow her brown skin to consume the warmth.

I tried to memorized her beautiful face and the curve of her body.
She laugh at my thoughts.
She asked me. "Am I your paragon of beauty or do I have imperfections?

I told her. "You are my muse. You and the sea are perfect to my eyes. I will
serenade words of gratitude till death set me free for this day."

She stood up. Pulled me to her. We danced on the cliff of Big Surf.
Hoping the God and Angels enjoyed the view.

Today I'm old and gray.
I wish to be bold and daring.
Dance barefooted and nude upon empty beaches.
Knowing the utopia of freedom and real love.

                                 Coyote

Author's Note

All of need to know freedom. We are born with nothing and will leave this earth with the same.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Reaching her arms to the sky.
Doing a circle dance like a child.
Reached for me and kissed me.

The pure joy in these lines wrapped around my heart. I looked out over the sea from that large hill and saw the whales with you and your love. I could almost feel the sun warming my skin....your imagery is incredible. Your muse....perfect in your eyes....blossoms in your presence. The nostalgia of the last stanza is both exquisite and bittersweet. You long for what once was and yet you feel so fulfilled because you once new that kind of love. Heavy sigh....so very lovely! Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia for the kind words. Old memories become better with time.

[Marina]

this is a beautiful reminiscence which creates a tone of nostalgia. thank you for sharing :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Marina for reading and the comment. Old memories become better with time.

[poetdoug]

Hoping God and the angels enjoyed the view"
What colorful and creative word painting. my friend.
It adds a vintage Fine Wine quality to our past memories, doesn't it?

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Doug for the positive comment. I do appreciate.

[Revolutionary]

A truly aquarian vision.I feel her connection to liquid.how it lenses you of chaos and makes one feel siren

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to be young and foolish once. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Great Aunt Astri]

I enjoyed reading this poem, thanks. 'Today I am old and gray'. Well they say that your memories get clearer with age! Enjoy them!

[Coyote Poetry]

Old memories become better with time. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Hayley]

I loved this line: "She wanted to dance bare to the sea.
Allow her skin to unravel from the burden of real life."
Excellent imagery. I like how each of your poems is a story that has deeper meaning. As for the last stanza, good transition, good memories, but to age is to have lived.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Hayley. I was station on the coast for three years in 1991-1993. No better place to be. Next year I will go back. I will take more pictures.