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.

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this is so heart tugging and beautiful.

[rosemary keogh]

this is beautful

[Norma M Sutton]

Uniquely you as each of your poems are. I like it.

[DalainaRenee]

With Love you never know what to expect that is why we want it long for it! We want to experince going down that rd. And see where it takes us!!

[Life Is like Trust...It..]

long but inspiring. Nice read,Thanks for all the help you give me on my writing. :)

[Blue Ivory]

This poem is beautiful. Written from the perspective of a lonely soul. One who is so broken, he gave up on love. I like the way you described the sorrows of hopelessness. We've all been there at times. We've all wanted to sit by the water and think by ourselves. Sadly, not all of us are lucky enough to come across someone like that. This is something we've all fantasized about =) I like how seductive this girl is and how you wrote his feelings down. LOVE the ending! Great work =D

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Real/true love can heal so much. This is a splendid true to life story in your poem. Very powerful writing.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I tickles one to read, if I can be so boldas to say that my love, your very much thought out plan for format in words always leads me to think you neither like to make mistakes, or create them. You never cease to impress me, well done, good read.

[Otsana]

I can find no fault in this piece of work.
You have told a story about the disappointment and hurt love brings but also about the hope of a new love and a new beginning and you have managed to do this beautifully. It has a nice flow to it and it feels as though I am reading a short story rather than a poem.
Great job!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

a simply lovely tale, wonderfully penned Coyote.