The day is gone and the darkness is here..

Trying 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

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Soren]

Coyote, a beautiful poem of love, hoping inspiration with no promises made. Absolutely lovely with a sense of freedom of the wind.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren. The days of love should be our easy days.

[Marie]

Dear John, I think everybody has a month they don't like and I can see why December would be your least month to like. Christmas is not a happy time for everybody. So heartbreaking to read that you had to leave love behind and travel on alone. A very poignant write from your poetic pen this evening, John. You have lovely memories of Jennifer and that is so important. A gripping write, so finely narrated. I wish you every possible joy and happiness this December, John and I pray the New Year 2025 is a wonderful year for you and your dear family, blessed, healthy, joyful, happy, filled with light and love for you and yours to enjoy, dear friend. Bless you always, dear John...

[Coyote Poetry]

I was a soldier for fifteen years. I was always deployed somewhere in December dear Marie. And the cold days come to my Michigan. Thank you for reading and the comment my dear friend.

[Marie]

I am sad to read that you were always deployed somewhere in December, dear John. Yes, cold days are all we can look forward to for a while now, until Spring arrives. Most welcome always, it is ever a privilege to read your creative gems, dear John...

[Tumi]

A lovely captivating narration of two souls who found pleasure and love,
the side of not seeing her again is really heartfelt and touching.
a lovely write

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Tumi for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Re-Pete]

very cool and touching. deep feelings seemingly ooze from each word. i like it a lot. well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pete. I appreciate the comment.

[Orphic Dreamer]

I got quite emotional. my breath hitched with every word. absolutely magnificent... There is something so gut-wrenching yet beautiful about this piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Sapphus]

You put me through lot of thinking. December is always dark for some.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sapphus for reading. Michigan Winter is fickle. Can very cold and lonely.

[John the Baptist]

An unusual tale of a brief romance here. Both parties were experiencing deep needs and the month together filled those needs. The impression is that both knew it was not to be permanent. I too hope she found love eventually.

[Coyote Poetry]

I learn my friend almost 40 years ago. A broken hearted gal will stay sad till she decide to love again. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Neville]

November has always been the most dismal and generally the worst month for me .. lots of negative associations & the chill doesn't help .. Having said that, I can now fully understand you not liking December one little bit .. Write on brother C .. N

[Coyote Poetry]

December had been hard on me too Neville and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Dave]

Not to see her again,. I wonder why. Her being your everything, your muse. Too much to take. I don't know if I am to feel sorrow for you or for Jennifer.

Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

I brought her to California for three day in March 1992. She came to say goodbye. I learn again. A angry woman. Won't love till she want to. Thank you Dave for reading and the comment.