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?

[Genevive]

simply beautiful

[Cancelled]

Love it, it sounds so cute and romantic! Really, wonderfully written! You are amazing.. next time I hope to see something (a story) written with love in it! Nicely done though

[Moriarty]

Makes you want top believe in true love....such beautiful words...such tender feelings...simply amazing....

[Huggy Bear]

It is a wonderful piece:)

[Blue Ivory]

Very beautiful poem! Touching! I admire people who have experienced such a love. It's very rare. It's even more beautiful once you lose it somehow and are left reminiscing all of the wonderful memories you had with this person. Your description of the peace you found in her is very nice. It's true, the world does need more beautiful people like that. Not just like her, but also ones who can see this beauty as many fail to recognize it. I feel bad for those blind people with sealed hearts. You have been lucky if you've once felt it.

[Gomer LePoet]

Coyote up to his old tricks. yes soldier, there isn't anything that can beat a beautiful woman, with a beautiful heart, that loves making others feel important.
a Rare and exquisite find that mortal men and gods would kill for. Thanks Coyote

[Ruth]

You see/feel so much within your poetry, one of those things is that the bad has to be cut away and life has to be lived!
A beautiful thread of nostalgia...allowing time to filter through the debris and leave only the sparkling :) xoxo

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is so purely beautiful...
This part made my heart physically ache, truly-
"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."
I feel like you write unedited emotion, which is excellent!

[Penlady]

When I came to"You were my sanctuary and my imperfect angel." I thought it was the perfect end to a perfect poem. Then I realized the poem went on.
If the poem HAD ended with the line I suggested, it would be aa perfect little poem,
simply as a memory that pointed up a perfect love. It is that good.
Of course the continuation gives more of the vision but provides a sadder end than I visualized at first.
You write with beautiful vision.

[PoemRodent]

I really enjoy your writing and thought process. You have a good flow and your words flow very nicely. Thank you for sharing.