Where will this road lead us?

Love can be dead in heart. Awoke with one sweet kiss.

Where will this road lead us?

Love has became a raging torment in my heart and mind.

I was blinded by disappointment and hate.

Love has forsaken me.

This was the love I knew.

I have tasted it,

Tasted it sweetness and

knew the fall from paradise  burn the heart and soul.

I spend restless nights in one-night stands

trying to satisfy my hunger with woman

who were forsaken by love also.

I was happy reading at Poetry readings and writing my poetry by the sea alone.

I became the angry poet.

I accepted not to find my angel.

My tears had evaporated into the wind

and my heart was cold and lifeless.

I sat at the Monterey Bay.

Wondering what the mystery the sea held about love and sadness.

A beautiful young woman sat with me.

Her long black hair rolling down her back and kind smile asked.

" How are you my Poet?"

I told her I'm well and thanked her for stopping to talk.

She was so lovely.

Her soft and tender  voice told me of great dreams and a life full of hope.

She gazed at me sadly.

Whispered. " I remember when you could overflow a room with laughter.

Your poetry create tears and joy."

I don't answer or look at her.

I could feel her pity.

I didn't want to see her gazing at me sadly.

I told her I was forsaken by love and don't desire to dance again

in the game of love for awhile.

 

She took my hand.

Told me. " I must learn to feel and love. Time is the only cure for a open wound.

You need to fall back into love body and soul.

The fainthearted need to be bold

and raging mad for love is what separate us

from being dead and alone."

Her soft  brown eyes I could feel looking at me..

She whispered. "I was born to love you only.

I waited till your heart had  time to heal.

Love is tender, generous and can break your spirit."

She kissed my forehead and face.

She raised me up from the sand.

Gave me a long and tender kisses.

Brought my body close to her. .

She whispered.

"We will see where the road will lead us my Poet.

Must open the door to love and passion.

To know you are alive."

I walked with my hand in a kind woman hand.

Walls of fear were fading away.

I looked to the Pacific.

I did a silence prayer of thankfulness to the sea.

        Coyote

        1992

Author's Note

A old poem. Any errors. Please assist. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[Amber "Victoriomantic" ..]

This truly is a beautiful poem. And it speaks true to my heart in many ways, as it is so relevant to me at the moment. I've recently turned my back on love too. Maybe one day I can find someone to warm my heart and renew my faith in love, as you did. Thank you ever so much for sharing this. It was beautifully written.

[Becky C Strukamp]

Your story telling is amazing coyote. I wouldnt change a thing ..its beautiful just the way it is.

[kenneth bugel]

Where will this road lead us Truly wonderful. Its so true ,we never know until we get there.

[CHRIS ANDES]

..this beautiful poem you wrote as I was born so it means it's as old as me
nevertheless, it's so pure and delicate
=]

[Scandalous]

I enjoyed this greatly. I like the fact that it took a happy turn, instead of a sad, something very rare with your work. As, I'm sure, it is a very rare occasion that something happy sparks a creative light.

~ Scandalous

[Sugar Plum ♥]

I loved the story and the honesty of open heart in your poem! it looks almost like piece of diary, like memory about the past..The spirit of love is everywhere, with it goes the pain too! they can`t be appart, they are friends, but its amazing when the sun overcomes the night! I liked this angel-like woman with long hair and brown eyes!..she is your saviour...its lovely poem-story!
~nia~

[Moriarty]

Maybe old....but it still is very very very beautiful and extremely heart wrenching...

[Cancelled]

I love this part:
Her soft brown eyes I could feel looking at me..

She whispered. "I was born to love you only.

I waited till your heart had time to heal.

Love is tender, generous and can break your spirit."


She kissed my forehead and face.

She raised me up from the sand.

Gave me a long and tender kisses.

Brought my body close to her. .


She whispered.

"We will see where the road will lead us my Poet.

Must open the door to love and passion.

To know you are alive."

- Nice job! REALLY WELL DONE!

[Huggy Bear]

It is a wonderful piece:)

[tHe]

A beautiful feeling to it. Amazing