I remember you.

Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.

               
  I remember you.             


 The summer days were long.
The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.


The heat of hot days.
Thaw our cold hearts.
The beauty of Monterey coastline.
Purify the sadness and losses of living.


I remember you.
Waiting for me on the sand.
You called me the laughing Poet.
A fugitive and faithful friend.


You were my sanctuary and imperfect Angel.


Your blue eyes would watch the waves dance on the shore for hours.
Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.


I would bring wine and bread.
You would bring the tequila.
You sipped it slowly out of the bottle.
We never wallows in old dreams.
We recanted new great dreams.


We tried to tame the memory of the merciless rules of life.


You rested your body against me.
We were lover's once.
Friendship took us to the next level.


Now I needed you to listen to my dreams.
Your eyes make me feel strong and wise.


You told me.
"I am safe and unafraid with you.
When I look into your green eyes.
I know I will be alright.
You are my only friend.
You don't look at my wounds and mistakes.
You love me for who I'm."


I kissed your lips.
Brought you closer.
Our hands held tightly giving energy and hope for when two people find
the safety of love and friendship..

We wandered to Big Surf.
Sat by the River Inn small river.
The only noises were Alisa Fineman in the distance.
Singing words of hope and love and
the movement of the wind and river..


I told you.
"We can't let the world to beat us down.
Take away our hopes and dreams.
Cannot  allow people with greed to steal our
goals and desires."


Now sweet dreams are far away.
I can't remember how beautiful you were.


I'm far from the Pacific ocean.
Dreams are so damn far away.
My impoverish soul screams out for
the dreamers of hope and peace.


The treachery of living.
Slowly took parts of me away.
Leaving a empty shell.


I must visualize.
Go back to Monterey.
Listen to Alisa Fineman's voice.
Find Where dreams and hope were as powerful as the sea.


Allow the memory of a beautiful woman.
Who held dreams and hope of peace so strongly.
To make me come alive again.


Today for the sake of three beautiful daughters.


My Muse words are so important.


Life is be lived.
Leave the bad stuff behind.


We need hopeful people with dreams of peace.


For this world to be a better place.



                  Coyote
                   2 June 2009

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Any mistakes. Please assists. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' You are my only friend. ~~ You don't look at my wounds and mistakes. ~~ You love me for who I'm." '

Those are wise, wise words, my friend, and really are based on real love and understanding. This poem is beautiful, is like a magic shawl of past, present and future, remembering, feeling, looking forward knowing that whatever happens that person has put left a glorious light in your life. Your words are quite wistful at times, but joyful too, places, times, togetherness .. lovely. Could warm my hands on this post.

Just one thing, could you turn the 'I'm' into 'I am', perhaps?

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

This is true poetry, in all its forms. Beautiful and strong imagrey. I could feel your love for this woman. And it is 2009, my best poetry was in the past.

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope I'm improving. At least with my editing skills. Old poetry is easier. Distance memories feel like fiction with old age. Thank you Kena for reading and the comment.

[Kate]

Should not be there AN empty shell? How can you explain the combination of Life is be lived? Is it an imperative form? This is not meant as criticism, I'm purely interested in the structure of lines from the linguistic point of view. As for the content, it's moving and leaves visual images of the sea behind. It's easy and about life as it is. That's the secret power. Very nice!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kate for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[wickedcharm]

"Now sweet dreams are far away.
I can't remember how beautiful you were."

Agsin you have delighted us with one of you soft and sensible poems that leave goosebumps in our skin and leave our hearts aching in spite of the beautiful finale. Thank you for your words, thank your for sharing this pieces of you with us Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Wicked Charm for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Anne Goldmann]

Beautiful poem. So wistful. It reminds me that when we truly feel our sadness, we can have so much compassion for others. Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are correct Anne. We must know and sadness to find the right place to land. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Becky C Strukamp]

The act of friendship and kindness and sometimes leaving behind some of your world to move onto other obligations. Dreams are all we really have. Thanks for a wonderful poem Coyote.

[Joel A Doetsch]

Wonderful write!

[Mark]

Were there two women? First there were blue eyes.. and then green... Coyote, you bring words from your heart.

Your heart may have been scarred, but it is true and honest. Like I would hope my own is. Thank you for sharing your great gift with us.

[Pi Cee]

I think this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing this.

[Amber "Victoriomantic" ..]

"We were lover's once. / Friendship took us to the next level." Friendship is so much taken from granted. You have lived a very full life, you have known passion and loss, and you always bring away lessons from every experience. I feel as though you have never wasted a second. More people need to see the world as you do.

[Dean Kuch®]

I thought of my beautiful wife as I read this, standing on the beaches of Virginia and taking in the splendor of the Atlantic for the first time in her life. She never looked so alive as she did on that day...
This was beautiful, and thanks for sharing it with us all.