I remember you

A re-write.

I remember you.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.

               
  I remember you.             


 The summer days were long and
the splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.


The heat of hot Summer  days.
Thaw our cold hearts.
The beauty of Monterey coastline.
Purify the sadness and losses of living.


I remember you.
Waiting for me on the sand.
You called me the laughing Poet.
A fugitive and faithful friend.


You were my sanctuary and imperfect Angel.


Your blue eyes would watch the waves dance on the shore for hours.
Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.


I would bring wine and bread.
You would bring the tequila.
You sipped it slowly out of the bottle.
We never wallows in old dreams.
We recanted new great dreams.


We tried to tame the memory of the merciless rules of life.


You rested your body against me.
We were lover's once.
Friendship took us to the next level.


Now I needed you to listen to my dreams.
Your eyes make me feel strong and wise.


You told me.
"I am safe and unafraid with you.
When I look into your green eyes.
I know I will be alright.
You are my only friend.
You don't look at my wounds and mistakes.
You love me for who I'm."


I kissed your lips.
Brought you closer.
Our hands held tightly giving energy and hope for when two people find
the safety of love and friendship..

We wandered to Big Surf.
Sat by the River Inn small river.
The only noises were Alisa Fineman in the distance.
Singing words of hope and love and
the movement of the wind and river..


I told you.
"We can't let the world to beat us down.
Take away our hopes and dreams.
Cannot  allow people with greed to steal our
goals and desires."


Now sweet dreams are far away.
I can't remember how beautiful you were.


I'm far from the Pacific ocean.
Dreams are so damn far away.
My impoverish soul screams out for
the dreamers of hope and peace.


The treachery of living.
Slowly took parts of me away.
Leaving a empty shell.


I must visualize.
Go back to Monterey.
Listen to Alisa Fineman's voice.
Find Where dreams and hope were as powerful as the sea.


Allow the memory of a beautiful woman.
Who held dreams and hope of peace so strongly.
To make me come alive again.


Today for the sake of three beautiful daughters.


My Muse words are so important.


Life is be lived.
Leave the bad stuff behind.


We need hopeful people with dreams of peace.


For this world to be a better place.



                  Coyote
                   2 June 2009

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I must visualize.
Go back to Monterey.
Listen to Alisa Fineman's voice.
Find Where dreams and hope were as powerful as the sea.


Allow the memory of a beautiful woman."


The right words and imagery of those nostalgic feelings the poet is feeling. Down memory lane and then back to dreams. Excellent, sir...:).............

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. I appreciate the kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................

[.]

A very dreamy piece of writing!

I visualised your tale through the mist of time as i read it, such was the strength of description in your words.

One tragedy of life is that with the passing of time, our memories become enshrouded with the mist and we tend to forget some very important details of our experiences and the effect they had on the development of our person. At such moments we seek any way to teleport ourselves back to the past. To rediscover and reminisce on all the joys that we experienced. For this strengthens the power of our memories and replenishes our thirst for life.

Another fine write, Coyote. Romantically tinged with very vivid images for the mind and soul. Nice work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Doodley, my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... I went to college near San Francisco and traveled down the Coast on Holiday. I remember the romance as we sat inside cliffs to view the ocean. The innocence of love and the sea air enticing our dreams to be fulfilled. Now we worry to keep our families safe on the east coast as hurricanes defy our existence. Your poetry is a reprieve and holds memories of the shelter of love and passion. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Those Hurricanes are very scary. I pray they weaken. Thank you dear Pat for reading and the comment. Be safe.

[Lydia Shutter]

The nostalgia is downright tangible, John. Your romantic memories are a joy to read. I hope someday to see Monterey...you write so wonderfully about it. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

You would love Big Sur and Monterey. God's country. Blessed and still free. Thank you Lydia for reading and the comment.

[Ken Simm.]

Relationship nostalgia is you Raison d'être. Thankfully and the way you allow the rest of us in is nothing short of remarkable.

[Coyote Poetry]

These were my best days. Surrounded by the sea and musicians/writers. Thank you Ken for reading and the comment.

[Ken Simm.]

I know what you mean John and you are welcome.

[LKBillips]

Such longing and old memories of my own fill me when I read this. Forgotten friendships, dreams, and plans. Trying to remember each detail is like trying to hold water in your hand. Lovely as always.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Ardra]

"I am safe and unafraid with you.
When I look into your green eyes.
I know I will be alright.
You are my only friend.
You don't look at my wounds and mistakes.
You love me for who I'm."


aww... always so beautiful stories of yours :) love them..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Soundz]

Pssssh, "Just words"
This is an excellent work!!
I knew the ending pretty early in the piece, that you two would be separated. However, the love and joy I felt between you two was awesome.
Wish I wrote this for a sweetheart, haha

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[Stella Armour]

we change with time and time goes so quickly that we don't always notice what is slipping away from us. A beautiful write John, and 3 lovely daughters from the love between you two..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Stella. I appreciate the comment. Children give us hope and purpose.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Wow, this wonderful and visual with such beautiful images along with the incorporation of lovely sounds.
I love it.
:)

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful woman and singer. She would always found time to talk to me. She saved my life. She told me often. You are going to be alright. Thank you Josie for reading and the comment.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

You're welcome!
:)

[Aaron Jinks]

"The heat of hot Summer days.
Thaw our cold hearts."

"You were my sanctuary and imperfect Angel."

My favorite lines right there. Loved the imagery and romance in this. Powerful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Aaron. I appreciate the comment.