The day is gone and the darkness is here..A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrying to awake my muse.The day is gone and the dark nights are here.. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home and the chill of Winter in early December and I made me seek a impossible dream. I sought and I found a wish. She was so kind to me. She told me. Wandering Soldier come to me. Stay with me and I will keep you warm and safe. Keep the Michigan chill away. I went to her. We tried love for the third time. She was more beautiful than when I met her 10 years ago. She allowed me into her home and we talked till the morning light appeared. We fell into her warm bed and I held her, like she was my last breathe. We sang songs to each other of yesterday, today and never tomorrow. She told me in the night. The day is gone and the darkness is here. Dear Johnnie. I am empty and thank you for coming to me. I needed someone to hold me close, I needed some kindness. I read my poetry to her, I read Donne’s poetry to her. We danced, we drank and we laughed. We made no promises. We knew silence is needed when the heart is cold and asleep. I wrote words on her skin with my hands. “You are my everything, your are my amorous love, my muse, my first and last wish. I am the richest man when I am with you.” I spend four weeks with dear Jennifer. A kind December and I knew when I left for Fort Ord, California on 29 December. I would not see her again. I drove down Highway 80 and I told the highway. I love you dear Jennifer and I knew before the first kiss in early December. Our days was gone and the darkness of life had stole our need for love. Love was too heavy for you. I pray to night. Please allow dear Jennifer to know joy, please allow her to find peace. Dancing Coyote © 2024 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 19, 2024 Last Updated on November 19, 2024 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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