The lucky or the crazy.

I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be.

             The lucky or the crazy

We danced by the light of the moon.

Every Saturday and Sunday we came and watched the sun fall into the sea.

I watched you write my name in the sand.

You told me I was the only sweet dream in your life.

I brought you  close to me and  I whispered how beautiful and sweet you are .

You got up.

Danced  circles around me.

 You come to me.

Gave me  gentle  sweet kisses.

The waves danced upon the shores of Monterey.

A big winter storms was coming.

We sat together.

I held you close and

we were waiting for a purpose to be alive.

Our favorite time of the year is the storms of December and January.

We would put on our wet suits and become part of the sea.

We would fight our way out and rock and roll with the ocean.

Becoming one with the powerful waves.

Your loving glances I could see from a distance.

The ocean tossing us taking away our sadness and misery.

We would go to her apartment.

Take off the wet suits and tried to keep warm.

Our two nude bodies laid across the bed with a heavy blanket..

Your  nude body  was  so beautiful.

I told you sweet lies.

I called you my only sweet dream.

Held you like you were  my first and only love.

Our nights were in slow motion.

Two lonely people reaching out for a bit of tenderness and passion.

I told you.

You are a sweet gift in a life that was going to hell.

Your blue eyes gazed into my eyes.

Looking for any sign of love or real emotion.

A tear rolled down your beautiful face.

You whispered the road has turned me so cold.

I told you to leave me before I turn into stone.

I told you.   I would miss you and  I need you.

I want to be able to kiss your sweet lips.

Touch those beautiful long legs.

Feel your warm body against me.

I know I would  be a fool to leave you.

Before I found you  sitting alone on the Seaside beach.

I was an undone painting.

Needing the tender touches of your  fingers and hands

to mold me to someone with dreams and able to love.

You  laid your face into my chest and whispered don't leave me.

I told you.

I will stay with you my lover.

We need to move slow and easy.

The path to paradise and love is for the lucky or crazy.

I kissed you and brought you near to me.

                         Coyote

                         December

                          1995

Author's Note

A old poem of a good memories. Any mistakes please help me. The tenses in this poem don't seem correct. Thank you for stopping by and reading.
Coyote

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Coyote Poetry,
"The lucky or the crazy"
This has the natural rise and fall of the ocean's roar within it's words.
Young and untried are the two within the narrative but reality is setting in. Love is being tasted and both are counting the cost of what they want from one another and if it is within them to see it through.
To read a raw and real and honest sharing from another's experience is beautiful.
I was wishing that their was a guaranteed happy ending here but then how much of life is guaranteed. To be able to focus on the good is the ticket. This was just that.
Thank you so much!
Blessings,
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kathy. Life is chance. We must take many.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

You are right about that!

[Bette]

i like this- its beautiful. there are a few typos you might want to look at but other than that it was a great read.

[alan khan]

our nights are in slow motion. that was an incredible line. amazing story. great work.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I'd say a little bit of both... certainly a very nice stroll down memory lane... very detailed descriptions in poetic verse.

[Titan]

This was a very sweet, relaxing poem. It tells of love and innocence and youth and it made me feel free. I love the flow and how you created a story that was really vivid in the readers' minds. Besides the few grammatical inconsistencies, I thought this was a good poem. Good job.

[josephine dinnair]

this is very real and still fresh, with a few little tweaks it would be perfect.
i was an undone painting is a wonderful line , it captures exacty how a person feels without a soul mate x

[Mark]

I really like the poem too.

[Mark]

I wouldn't worry about the tenses too much. Some of them you might want to correct but I think sometimes also it gives it a certain character. The language used will not always be robotically precise, I think even for people who are very strong on grammar and all the technical rules of language will often stray from it in order to give something more to the verse. An irregularity in grammar can be employed to give a different focus or emphasis on a particular line or word. It is good to have and understand. Even if it is not done on purpose it is still important. The natural flows and breaks of our language are part of us and part of the poem.

[Tina Kline]

A beautiful memory with a touch of sadness to it
It flows nicely, just as if someone where telling the story out loud
to a group of people or one person listening.

[deeps]

I think this is wonderful, I really enjoyed reading this

[Simple_mee]

Lovely poem. B'ful imagery n an easy flow.
The mistakes as u've metioned urself are there, Will try to point some of them out-

1)"You gets up.
Dances circles around me." Here insead of "gets' it should be get n the second line can be written as "dance in circles around me"

2) "Give me a gentle and sweet kisses." - the article "a" seems extra here

3)"A big Winter storms was coming." - Shud be "A big winter storm was coming" or "Big winter storms were coming"

4)"I was a undone painting. " - insead of "a" it shud be "an"

These were some of the mistakes i cud point out. Hope this helps... ;))