Hold my hands....

May poetry number eight.

                            Hold my hands...

I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and he told the sea. You cannot return to places, we loved again. The world changes, the old city of Monterey had changed and I have learn. Last words, the first words must be kind and sweet. I told the sea, I didn't know. Kisses could kill you and love is like roses. They will sleep and come alive again. Reminders we held and we saw someone so wonderful and so beautiful.

I remember falling into the bosom of a lovely Boston gal. She would sing pretty lullaby to me and she would caress my hair and face. She held me so tightly, like she knew. Our love was just blue moon wishes. I remember looking into her coffee brown eyes and we made promises to the Atlantic. Love, forever and a day. She held my hand with tender fingers and we tried to find something good in our world. She had a heart of gold and youth was our wealth.

I left her to fight some war and when I returned. She took my hands, kissed them. She told me. Love seek safest place and you love the abyss of war and confusion. Please hold my hands. Your eyes had turn cold and I will stay with you. But, you must stay in Boston. Quit the Army. We can dance near the Atlantic sea and made many babies. 

I left her on a Summer day and I saw in her eyes. She knew. I would not return to her. I remember I told her, please hold my hands. Love is a thief and you need someone who adored you, you need someone who will run to you. Not away from you.

I found a lover, who will not leave me and I cannot leave her. I walked barefoot in the Pacific ocean coldness and I told the goddess of the sea. Please tell the prettiest gal in Boston. I remember her.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

War inflicts such pain. Hurts the heart. She knew that only if you stayed in Boston would there be a chance for love surviving. Sad story Coyote, but you captured moments of tender and beautiful love. They haven't been destroyed with time or war. They have stayed with you.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes you are right dear Chris. No-one wins in war. I see the faces of the Ukraine people. They have learn. One more day please. Thank you for reading and the comment.