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.

[Aidz]

Coyote this would have to be one of yr best writes I have read, touched with a golden pen my friend

[Rene Velez]

internal struggles of self...you have a way of explaining them well, conflicts of good and bad, love and loss, well done my friend.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Infinitely fascinating.

[Tina Kline]

You tell such wonderful and emotional stories of real life. The reader can't help but be pulled in.

[Cassie Fraga]

This was just beautiful... you really have a way of pulling the reader into your words and holding them in what it is you are feeling, and the purpose for the write. AWESOME write!!!
**tips my lyrical wand to you**

[Gabrielle Travis]

Reading your work at times is so emotionally difficult for me, because I drown within its depths, and fear total submersion for all eternity. How sad to me; the silent suffering of broken hearts and dreams...scarred by the "alone" moments we bitterly reflect, yet love's concept yearns on and seeks a home.
I find hope within the shadows of this piece too. Which offers a small bridge in which to cross. The strength of your poetry is evident by the risk you take in sharing your soul. Thank you so much for this Coyote. I was moved.

[dillonjensen]

The way you paint pictures with each stanza is an amazing feat. Great poem, even better use of imagery.

[Sahar moonlight]

Very beautifull poem.
The sweet kiss that washed the pain away of the poets heart is indeed a blessing.
So enjoyable to read.

[Adalynn]

good write//

Adalynn

[Xhiljola]

I thought this was beautiful...And as someone before me said, absolutely excellent imagery..very powerful