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.

[Alex Vidmar]

Just great. :) well done Coyote. very well done

[futurepast.]

A warm, heartfelt, beautiful story narrated through these deep words and your emotions could really be felt .. I got so engrossed in it that I forgot I was reading for a moment ...You drew all those little details so well that it is like watching a movie - and a lovely one!

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

i love the happy ending...

...it brings over a hopeful feeling

[Star Wolf]

Sometimes physical love isn't what we're really seeking, just human companionship and love that accepts us for who we are and doesn't judge us. A very emotional piece of excellent writing

[Chris Yip]

Touching poem for those who are lonely. Well written with good expression of sadness and longing for love. Well done.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Amazing writing! Emotions in this poem runs deep in the soul that needed to be healed and to find love once again! Breath-taking! Words ecape me on how wonderfully written this is!

[KAREN]

Time is the only cure for a open wound.
This line is so true. Love the story and the emotions in this poem. The poem felt like it came from the heart.

[AK]

So beautifully written, i imagined it to take place on a lazy spring evening....great effect. Thanks a million for sharing it, Mr. Coyote!

[emmajoy]

If there is an error in this poem, John, it's that your beautiful lady hadn't comforted you earlier, your spirit had been dulled for far too long before she so lovingly raised you up from the sand. There's almost a whispered echo to these words, advice perhaps to your readers, that they look for their own salvation, somehow, some time. That final line is not just a prayer but a washing away of hurt, 'I did a silence prayer of thanfulness to the sea.'

[Amila Jay]

It's like going down memory lane, a very beautiful write:-)