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.

[Holiday Sparkle]

I really like this. Great story. Reminded me of those who I once had,those who I knew it wouldn't last, but still for some reason are pressed in my memory. I guess when you are young some things seem simple, but we know that we are lying to ourselves....

I dont know if that is what this is about, but this is how it made m feel

Good Job!

[halflives]

Absolutely incredible. I am now completely convinced that you have a highly rare talent for poetry. Amazing.

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Great Work, Sir..!!!!

[Amy Bumpas]

A wonderful love story, yet there was sadness there, and a hint
of the unexpected. There are some great lines in this:

But I held you close like you were my last breathe.

"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 think we come into this world with nothing, but
we leave with knowledge.
Promises made in the darkness of a night.
Are hard to keep.
I have tasted pain and pleasure.
Beauty is when two people can find some sort of peace.

Sometimes, things seem more intense at night, so let's see
what today brings. True wisdom in your words here.

[Lily Mae]

I loved reading this and what simple phrase brought it all together for me was "hope is the last dream". Without that..the two just have this moment. So by saying that, it opens the door to hearts possibilities. Lovely, romantic, hopeful and dreamy:) x

[Linear]

Within these lines of poetry and verse you tell an Epic story of life. for indeed love does take a life time to achieve, for who knows what tommorow may bring, wonderful words from a thinking man :O)

[O!]

I just absolutely love this! With Leaonard Cohen I get the mood right away.........

My fave for sure!

[Tarik]

this is beautiful...full of love and dilemma ...it's full of a need to be understood and taken care of...thanks for sharing

[Zoe Jay]

Like all your poetry, this is beautiful and wise and ethereal and romantic and passionate. It is very much alive and full of joy. Your writing is so direct and honest and somehow both beautifully simple, and complex on many levels. You continue to be one of my favorite writers on here, particularly because of the beautiful and inspiring spirit that shines through in all of your work. There is true joy and passion here. Gorgeous use of detail, such as the Leonard Cohen, to create rich, textured atmosphere. Vivid. The only error I can see is that "breathe" should be "breath". Beautiful writing.

[sarah]

Really amazing love the flow and the emotion that came from this was just really amazing you are a very talented poet :-)