Show me the way to love.

A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.

                         Show me the way to love

I found her sitting alone on a Friday night.
Sipping a rum and coke.
I requested to sit with her.
She gave a half smile and told me.
"Seat is empty. I ain't much company tonight."

I sat with a sad blue eye beauty. Sitting alone at the Germany guesthaus.
Her long blond hair flowing down her back.
Leaning into a rum and coke like it was her last chance.

I bought her another drink.
I asked for her tale.
She smiled and whispered.
"Same old tale. Fell in love. Love was good. Then somehow the love
evaporated into the wind and nothing was left."

We went to the quiet lake near the guesthaus and sat together on the ground.
I told her. "Look at the moon. It is a liar moon. Almost full and complete. Make
people wish for things they can't have."

Her blue eyes seem to looked through me.
She asked. " Do we need love. Are words of love just gratitude for the gift
of sex?'

I took her hand. Raised her off the ground.
We walked in silence.
I told her. "Love can be a fool's game. Wasted words and wasted emotion
leave the heart to mourn for the desire of the body."

She asked did I work in the morning?
I told her I was free  till Monday.
She asked me to go home with her.
I told her. "If you like. You are so beautiful and sad. I don't want to add to
your burden."

She smiled. and told me.
"Sometime we need a friend. Someone to hold. You make me laugh and I need to
laugh tonight and tomorrow."

In the quiet of her bedroom. I caressed her face and hair. She asked did I need more?
I whispered. "We have time. You are tire and you need rest."
She fell asleep. I was thankful for her warm body near. I knew her pain and
didn't desire to use and run.

I awoke to the smell of coffee.
I went to her small kitchen.
She was smiling and content.
She thanks me for not taking advantage.

I went to her.
Put my arms around her.
She started to cry.

I whispered to her.
"Give me your loneliness.
Allow me to bring laughter back into your life.
Let me replace the sadness with good days.
Life can be hard. If we move slow and easy.
Love may come?

She looked outside to the summer sun.
Told me. "I feel your fear and sadness.
We are both lonely and sad.
I need your caress and hope.
Let's put the bad memories aside and try to create good days."

We sealed a dreamer's promise with a gentle kiss.

I told her. "Love is hard to maintain. We need to drink some good red wine.
Learn each other dreams. We need to dance and laugh. Let's have great conversations then allow the love to come at the proper pace. Passion last for a short time. Love need to last forever."

We left her apartment. Our hands together and fear and disappointment was escaping into the wind.

Hope and love was trying to rebirth.
I was thankful.
         
                           Coyote
                        summer 1979
 








 

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Show me the way to love'
Coyote,
Hmmm.....ya sure this is not a poem which leads to a song and then a novel? It has a nice strong foundation. Hope for a lasting and strong relationship based on respect. No one taking advantage but simply the joy of discovery and the hope for the future. Nice one!
Bless you this beautiful Spring,
kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kathy. Being in love with life, being in love with love. Our best days.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John.. in 1979.. my first born
Child was Nine.., I knew the Beauty of a Mothers 💗 Love… as a Gift from Dancing Stars… Lovers are the Architects of the Future Generations… It all begins with being Friends with Encouragement and a Dance by the Sea. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat. A poem for my first love, Daniela. I was 19 and she was seventeen. Us, who love to write. Memories seem like fiction in old age.

[Neville]

You write love poetry like no other Johnnie C and I have yet to read one of your love poems without finding a smile has spread across my face on its own accord..... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. A very old poem and a very old memory.

[Neville]

and it needed to breathe again.. I hope my efforts to revive it are successful ...

[Scrap]

I was thankful.

Such a great way to end this write.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very old poem and thank you for reading and the comment. First real love are never forgotten.

[Ice QueenJen]

This was a great writing, and happy I finally got to read it!

[AlieahRose]

LOVE STORIES OR...
EVEN THE BEGINING...
OF THEM ARE...
WONDERFUL I FELT...
LIKE THAT'S WHAT...
THIS IS SO...
ONCE AGAIN YOU'VE...
DONE A GREAT...
JOB MY FIREND...

[Eric Cox]

Beautiful write of hope and love. Nice pen upon this.

[Seashell]

If only all men were as noble to not 'use and run'...
Such a warm genuine write here Coyote and to ask her for her loneliness is the act of a true caring friend.
A problem shared is a problem halved and in doing so, totally resolves worries, fears and disappointments and as they 'escape to the wind', the heart is left as light as a feather enabling to yet again flourish in life.
T'would be a better place if more men had your wisdom, decency and courage Coyote.
Thank you so very much for sharing
Take care as always
Babs xxoo

[light and ashes]

This is a great poem, and a great story. The words are beautiful and wise. The message is great, loving without worry and fear of what will happen tomorrow. I adore the lines: "I whisper to her. Give me your loneliness. Allow me to bring laughter back into your life. Let me replace sadness with good days. Life can be hard. If we move slow and easy. Love may come?"

[Dakota]

Your work reminds me of a gypsy storyteller. You magically weave these vivid images with your words that one almost feels as though they were there! Thanks for sharing!