Love of my life...

Maybe a Valentine's day poem?

Love of my life...

I caressed her beautiful face and I told her. I am going to love you forever.

I promise dear Angela.

I won't leave you alone and I will be your safe place to rest. 

I know your eyes have seen and felt many sad days and nights.

You have spilled too many tears for things lost.

I want us to seek the sea, find the wildflowers fields in the valley and

to wander into the deep forest. Seek the beauty that is near us.

Yesterday I walked alone and I saw her sitting alone in the Fall.

Holding her coffee tightly and smoking a cigarette by the Monterey Bay.

I saw the great sadness in her eyes.

I went to her and I asked her. Are you seeking the sea? Are you seeking silence?

She gave me a look over and you asked me. You are the Monterey dark poet.

Always half drunk and doing loco things. I watched you suicide board the Pacific 

Winter storm many times in January with the surfers. My friend Diane told me.

You awake at 6am daily and you walk the Fort Ord to the city of Monterey 

sea-shore every morning. is this true?

I told her, my name is Johnnie. And I do walk the sea-shore every morning. Looking

for a mystery item to add to my collection of crystals and stone. She laughed and she told me.

My name is Angela, I am a leftover person at nineteen. No family, a baby boy and unwanted.

I told her. Where is baby boy? I believe you and I, need a great adventure. She laughed at my words

and she told me. Yes, Johnnie. I need a adventure.

Me and Angela/ her baby boy roamed from Monterey to San Diego for six months. I taught her how to laugh and

she taught me how to walk barefoot. She loved the Big Sur. She loved the quiet and the beauty of the sea and forest touching. I told her on a warm Summer day. Paradise is hard to find dear Angela. Love need kindness and us. Who

like the quiet. We must open-up our hearts.

Today I promise to love you forever. Even dear Angela, after you forget my name and my face. 

She turned to me and she whispered. I am twenty now and you are the first person who didn't

steal everything from me. You listen to me and you make me feel beautiful. You are the love

of my life. And I will not forget you Johnnie.

I wrote into a journal.

" Not all beautiful things are tender,

not all words are true.

We walk, we run and we dance to a different tune.

We must find our place.

We need to know. 

We are not alone."

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Hello dear Coyote. What a difference kindness can make. Angela was so young herself and she had a baby to care for. How sad that she called herself a leftover person. A blessing you met her and you taught her how to laugh again while you were together. A lovely story of mutual love and friendship. Hope all is ok my friend. Are you busy with your grandchildren?

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes. Very busy dear Chris. I retired for a year and I caught up on all my writing. One long story to edit. My two oldest grandchildren are fifteen. Thank you dear friend for reading and the kind words.

[Ken Simm.]

I really like this mixture of mundane and transcendent love, John. Excellent as always. And Art rending.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ken. I appreciate your kind words.

[Poetic Beauty]

I love this story of Angela and sitting by the sea with coffee and silence. The love and the adventure spent together created a lasting lifetime of love and memories.

Not all beautiful things are tender. Some of our stories have forged us with fire that make us harden on the outside even if we aren’t on the inside

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my dear friend. We need more friends, we need more kindness. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Poetic Beauty]

I always love venturing into your stories and memories

[Writergurl]

I really enjoyed your write here, nicely written

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Soren]

Each story you write carries a message and this one that we are not alone is powerful. Very nice Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren. All of us need a friend.