A woman, like you.

A old poem with a proper re-write.

A woman, like you.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be rebirth.

     

A woman, like you….

I was standing at a distance listening to you. You were  speaking against hate and violence in Santa Cruz. A voice so soft and so kind. It made me  stop to listen. I looked at your beautiful face and I tried to hide my desire for you. To be able to look into your eyes and hold you close.

I make a fool’s wish to be sitting with you. To be able to look into your  blue eyes at the ocean. Listen to you talk about your great dreams. You spoke with confident. Your  strong words were against hate and war. Your smile and sweet voice create dreams and hope of peace for the people listening.

She came to me and she whispered”  My lonely poet you came to hear my words at the demonstration. Did you like and understand what I was trying to say. “I told you. “Your words were logical and common sense. I felt hope listening to your voice. Sometime all we have is hope and dreams.”

A sad smile overtook you. You told me. “When the dreamers forget to dream. When the people with strong hearts forget to love. The kind and generous people forget to help. What will we become? Just robots waiting for death.”

You wrapped your arms around me. Gave me sweet kisses and pulled away. You whispered “Later my love.” I stood alone at the Santa Cruz beach. Thank the lord of life and death for a woman like you.

Bad dreams and wrong decisions led me to Santa Cruz on a sunny California day. I was drinking and wasting my life. You found me at a coffee shop on a cool spring day. You  sat at my table and you asked me “What was I writing?

I told you poetry of a sort and I gave you my journal to read .I watched your eyes read my words for two hours. You put the book down. Told me “You are a poet my friend. Pain and sorrow are in your words. Scream for calm and peace in your words. You must get published. Words of love and peace must be poster everywhere for all to see.”

Your beautiful blue eyes stole my heart from the first moment. Listening  to your dream and goals made me believe, I wasn’t alone. As we walked through the Santa Cruz street. You took my hand and you whispered. ” I need  a friend and I can feel your loneliness. Let’s be brave together. ” With the gift of a sweet kiss we bounded our two lives together.

As the sun fell into the sea. You asked me to share my dreams with you and not be afraid to stand against things wrong in this world. I gave a silence yes. I knew Angels are rare in a life. I told you as long as you need me I will be there for you.

A woman, like you. Can light up the nights and days, create dreams in a dead man soul.

                                  Coyote 

                         1994

Author's Note

Repairing the old poetry. Thank you for reading and the comment.

Reviews

[sedulous_mind]

Beautiful poem!! Unfortunally, I do not know the original poem... but I loved every single word of it. You are never truly alone with your emotions even if it sometimes feels like it. It is beautiful when people are brave enough to share their emotions, beliefs and dreams with the world.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. When someone is kind enough to befriend you. Share our good and bad days. We are lucky and we are blessed. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

It's good to have a wonderful memory that keeps on reminding a man of its existence. It's good and cool and worth bringing back to life.
We all have something to look back at. It might be ugly or beautiful but would never leave us without a past.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend Kay. We will know good and bad days. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Scott Butcher]

Is this a real memory? So good and kind

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes it was. I got lucky. I was station at Fort Ord, Ca. for three years. I was lucky. I befriended many kind people. Thank you Scott for reading and the comment.

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Old times are always beautiful, a softer, kinder time to reminisce later, when the going is not so pleasurable. A kind hearted companion with whom we can share our thoughts... That's all we all want. Your writing reflects that longing... And in a tone that we can even count the waves of that beautiful time

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. I agree. The old days become sweeter with time and distance.

[emmajoy]

Tis frequently inspiring yet incredible to reread then repair old poetry. Memories and daydreams tumble back and life somehow takes on a different, brighter, veil. That's what memories are for to recall unexpected happiness. Lovely wording, as always.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma. I do agree. I have 50 plus journals. When I read them. I can go back in time for a moment.

[emmajoy]

Only a moment, John? Could keep you warm all Winter! :)

[Viktoria]

This is a lovely piece of reminiscing, Mr. Coyote. 1994? That is before my time, yet your words and the moments they describe are lovingly portrayed and place me as an innocent bystander right on that beach. To meet another kindred soul that shares our hopes and dreams and encourages us to be the best version of ourselves is what we all aspire to experience. So, that day, way back in 1994, you were lucky to share those moments and your tale drips with affection for that time. A most moving piece of writing. 🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Viktoria. Hard to find kindred spirits and when we do. Be friend them forever.