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?

[WhiteWillow]

Memories can evoke so many different emotions. Even the happy ones can make you sad, feel nostalgic, wish for better times. But better to have them than not. Lovely piece, C.

[Melati]

I really like this stanza "I must visualize.Go back to Monterey.
Listen to Alisa Fineman voice. Find Where dreams and hope were as powerful as the sea.

This is such of powerful part "Find where dreams and hope were as powerful as the sea." You did an amazing job on this poem. Well done my friend!

[Tina Kline]

Memories can be bittersweet sometimes but they can bring us hope again if we let them. Sometimes going back we can find ourselves again, sometimes. This is really good, I enjoyed reading this.

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

Again,I tell you,you have a heart for writing. It seems more like a passion then a hobby with you. You're a true poet. One that cares,forgives,and ain't afraid to tell what's right! :) Keep goin'
-Trusting

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I like this so much ... memories can be so powerful and i am so thankful we have our memories... This is beautiful . hope someone remembers me like this.

Chloe

[patricia]

An inspiring poem, loved your description of love surviving into friendship, and the fight to stay positive. Liked how you refuse to give up. Thankyou.

[jennifer little]

good job

[Rene Velez]

always thoughtful, always questioning, you are a beckon of light my friend

[Angelic Surrender]

beautiful poem. Wise words as always. good job :)