My siren

Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.

                  





           














   My Siren

  The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of summer.
 
  The winter days bring back the memory of our closure of our time together back to my bleeding heart.
 
  I been treading in the corridor of agony and bounded to want the elixir of your sweet kiss.
 
  In hallucinated dreams caused by too much tequila. I'm at your balcony. You come to me in your cotton white nightgown and seduced my soul  and mind with  your beautiful blue eyes. You drop your nightgown and show me your perfect body and open your arms bringing  me into your warm bed.  You put me under your sweet spell.
 
  Tantalizing long and passionate kisses lead us to the hunger and  into  the bliss of love.
 
  The twilight bring lovers entrenched in the fortune of youth and the hunger to dance in the sweet rendezvous of lust and passion.
 
  My surreal dream fall apart when the night fade into daybreak.  The trance of the tequila wear down and the promise of a Siren who titillated my life fades away to keepsakes and sweet memories savor in the manifest dreams of a old man.
 
  I sit by the sea and wait for the sun to rise. I feel the cold of Pacific ocean at my feet.
 
  The corridors of doors left behind crumble with time.
 
  Age taught me to hold my lover tighter. To serenade my lover with sweet music of thankfulness. To smooth lovers with  words of love and passion.
 
  The beautiful woman we hold and sacrifice our soul for. Are the memories that will pacify our heart when the cold of winter comes.
                        Coyote
                     January 19, 1989

Author's Note

A old poem. I hope you enjoy. Any mistakes. Please assist. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[Warren L.G De Mills]

This was great. Honestly I'm not a big fan of the structure...or lack thereof though. Your request for corrections is necessary. There are mistakes:

"I been treading" should read "I HAVE been treading" or "I've been treading" (5)

This is the main error through out the poem, the inconsistency of your tenses. Some are past some are present. I think some work needs to be done on this. You are capable of better honestly. Although I did enjoy reading it and your language and imagery was good, there are some things that need to be fixed and reworked and I think you could do well with this if you edit it.

Oh and here's an idea that popped in my head, hoped you were gonna do this when i saw the first line but you didn't and I was like ":(" Contrast the longing for summer in winter, with a longing for winter in summer, which then leads you back to your memories. For instance "The cold winters days leave me longing for the warm embrace of the summer sun. The smothering embrace of the burning sun leaves me reminiscing on winter's delight. I fade through the memories of us together etc etc" Just an idea. Hope this helps!

[Dragon]

you are an amazing writer. The lines of this poem shows so much more than we can imagine. You show us a lot in this old poem but yet it is still full of life. Awesome work. :)

[Judas Hammer]

awesome poem, the dream you don't want to wake up from. As usually stellar, one day my friend you will be there with the big boys of the pen. Your pen as an original flare yet a this could be in a compilation of todays great poems. Thank you for the read. As usual, humbled

[Sheila Kline]

You are an exquisite dream weaver of words, and this one especially calls out to me! It is a magnificent memory of wondrous time spent with love and passion, and reality of how special are certain times of a man and woman together

[Sam Severn]

You portray the bittersweet yearning for love's return exquisitely here, Coyote! Your writing always inspires me!!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Coyote, as usual you never disappoint. Lovely!

[Scandalous]

So beautiful - that's all I can say and I hope it sums it all up.

~ Scandalous

[Blessed_Angel]

This is simply excellent i love it great job.

[An owl on the moon]

There is a magic and metaphor mixed here in the seasons and her serenade. Beautifully glimpsed scene of one bringing you back to life.. giving you that sense of hope and purpose and passion. A wondrous song of the sea.

[Frank Purcell]

Amazing choice of vocabulary. Amazing blending of scenario to scenario. Amazing powerful emotion from the calm and unforceful way you meld your lines.

Truly amazing...