On the thread of a word

Been a while. A new poem.

                              On the thread of a word
       (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.)
                             Bei Dao

Just like a hurricane from hell.
You twisted my world from a lonely existence to a life
where I needed your caress.

You took me to a dark bedroom.
Light many soft candles.
Slowly torn down walls of disappointment.

The voice of Leonard Cohen whispering  sweet words of
"Dance me to the end of love."
In the distance.

You were not my first lover.
You would not be my last.
But I held you close like you were my last breath.

The rain is pouring down softly.
We listen to the rain in a needed silence.

You rose from our warm bed.
Danced to the music and words of Cohen.
He sang "The Gypsy's wife."

You fell next to me.
Told me. "I want to be a Gypsy woman. Know pleasure, sweet pleasure.
Watch the moon rise from the east every night and fall into the sea.
Wait for the sun to heat the day.
Swim nude in the clear rivers.
Be clean of the earthy greed and dirt.
Drink sweet red wine and not be afraid to be alive."

I kissed sweet lips. Told my sweet lover.
"I came into this world with nothing.
I will one day leave with the same.
I learn time is the healer.
We must go on living.

                (I will refuse to mourn because I'm dying to live.)
                                 Shu Ting
                  
Leonard Cohen is singing "Sister of mercy now."

My sweet lover gave me many sweet kisses.
Pressed her body against me.
Whispered sweet words. " We are learning. Learning to appreciate
the gentle touch. Allowing walls of protections to fall down.
There is no guarantees. We live on the thread of words. Hoping
we can find the forever lover to light up a life."

Promises made in the darkness of a night.
Are hard to keep.

Dreams and hope are the desire for the young in heart.
People willing to take down shields of protection.
Will know paradise by the shadow of the dancing candles.

I kissed my sweet lover.
Brought her body closer.
Whispered "We must hold on tight. Road is hard and long.
I will make a promise of being with you.
As long as you need me. I will be strong.
I have tasted pain and pleasure.
I had enough of blood and misery.
Promise me to tell me to leave.
Before hate and disappointment overtake us."

My lady whispered.
"No guarantees except we have tonight and tomorrow.
One day at a time. Real love takes a lifetime.
Let's survive the night and see where we are standing in
the morning."

Two people holding tight.
Wish for things lost.
Hope is the last dream.
Beauty is when two people can find some sort of peace.

Leonard is singing "Hallelujah."

Sleep comes for two dreamers.


                                Coyote
                             March
 


                   

Author's Note

Any errors please assist. Never too old to learn. Finally writing again. Too much B.S in my head. You writers on this site give me peace and calm with your poetry and stories. Thank you.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

What I really like about this poet`s writing is that it is about real poeple, real events, you notice instantly the honesty of the writing ,you believe every word because the juxtaposition of the impressions can`t be created on a piece of paper, they have to be lived through.Fine poetry.

[Amila Jay]

Pretty amazing poem, like it alot:-)

[Asb]

it was just an amazing read...
you write in a nostalgic frame...
grips the writer....
and truly emotional!

[Abd-afeez]

wow! This is absolute class. I love the way you dance around those words and created so much to think about. Everybody seems love is just one simple spontaneous happenings, but you've just showned its more than that. I've learned a lot from you, thanks for sharing.

[Edward Beaman]

Powerful poem. You have a talent for drawing the reader in and keeping them enthralled with your words and imagery.

[Allison]

This was so sweet!! I really love it! AMAZING job!

[darknewday]

I really enjoyed this piece. I look forward to reading more when I have time.

[.:Arianna:.]

Oh my...this one really had me hooked from the very beginning, all the way to your last word, dear poet! Memories are one of our most prized posessions in life, and by immortalizing them in words like yours, you touch anyone reading it. It is the realness of it all that is so moving. Awesome job...

[quinfinn]

this is terrific, and a wonderful departure from those i've recently read of yours.
your imagery is superb and the well crafted story is an intriguing read. great job!

[Dori]

You have great insight and project it clearly in your writing! I am glad you are writing again. Otherwise I would not be able to delve into your mind! Many words of wisdom found here Coyote! The coyote is considered the "trickster" to the Native American's. I'm not sure this name fits you. You don't appear to be a trickster at all, but an upfront sort of person with nothing to hide! Love how your ink flows!
Dori