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!

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the poem. the flow is easy to follow but your right the tense isn't quite right. I can't tell you exactly but it changes and I noticed it right away reading it. Have a look and see if you can find it. The topic is a beautiful topic. I can't picture two lovers on the beach waiting for a storm to roll in. Great job.

[ashley]

A very sweet poem. I love your description of the sea. Thank you for sharing this with us. :D

[Knackers]

This is a really nice poem. I love the sea side imagery.. (I also love watching the sea in winter) - Nothing nicer than sitting in the sand watching the sea with someone you love...

[Dev]

Good write.. Its so heartfelt.. love it !!

[Terence Foster]

ahh, lovely, lovely.love the imagery and the description. beautiful write

[Y.F.]

A lovely story with very vivid imagery molded into a poem. Aside from a few grammatical failures here and there, it was a pretty smooth and enjoyable read. Will gladly help you with those mistakes if you want - just PM me.
Thanks for sharing,
YF

[Ed Hart]

no better place to be, no better time to be there in, no better words to describe it...a very fine stack of memories...