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.

[DepthWriter]

Love is only dead- when the winds of the night bring coldness to its soul... Love is only deafening- when one forgets how to ''see'', to ''witness'' the beauty that engulfs their own heart... Love grows inside when a hand holds firm upon a dieing emotion... I loved the message within its unsaid words. The ambiance of the decor, always the thankful heart pronounces the ability to feel its warmth... this stuck out to me----> 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."

Well done... as this piece birthed, lived, died, then renewed itself... :)

[hmm]

What a wonderful piece of writing here. I enjoyed this. Wonderful wisdom!

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Very unique piece with a story in these lines. I believe that to truly be loved and even be one with the world we need to step back a bit and open our hearts. Not only that, but not be so close-minded about everything we see, know, and hear. This piece is filled with self-wisdom and raw truth. Nicely done.

~Anna Rose

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

What a wonderful poem...
a terrific tale...packed with subtle wisdom....
great to read...not once but many times over :)

[Asb]

well it's a very soothing read...
felt like i was in that scene :)
amazing write !

[Lily Mae]

The love of your life and the love of words always produces deeply intense and beautiful poetry. I could feel the pureness with this.. it left me with hope and a smile..x

[joshua deathdealer]

This made me smile. Excellent poem!!

[Pratik]

You have a very unique style of writing... the thing I love about your poetry is it has its own way of telling tales which keeps us engrossed all the time.. the tale of a tumultuous journey of life is so well described in this poem.. Wonderful write :)