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?

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Some memories never leaves us, they are powerful and haunting and seem as strong as when the situation we are thinking of happened. Very good writing.

[Author Rucha Joshi]

this very interesting, the choice of words perfectly describing the feeling of the poem is astounding. touches my heart....

[Raven Starhawk]

You can spend a lifetime really searching hard for the things or persons you care most about but taking a good hard look in the mirror might shed some light on why or how it all came down. I know this poem has a direction that one can either follow or take a different lead. Whatever road a reader chooses it still ends the same and hopefully will give many people lots to think about, consider and possible live.

[Muse]

You could make a book out of your poetry...it would all bleed together so well because it's the same theme. A blue eye'd girl...and experiences that are very human. It touches the heart as well as the mind.

Muse

[Winter]

This is outstanding. This piece has so much emotion. Well done Coyote. Well done

[EMMIE]

I don't know about mistakes but all I know is that every poem you write, you write from the very bottom of your heart and I as your reader can feel it. Great work!

[Richy Moon]

Wow, thats a really good poem for memories... I like how you give the background, like 'when we loved each other' and 'since they have left', it makes it clear and adds... a new side to it like, when it switched, "now sweet dreams are so far away, I can't remeber how beatiful you were" you could tell it stung. Its well written and one i won't forget for a while. Well done!

[Nicole]

Personally, I love this poem. Your description of setting is beautiful and elegant. You tell a story with this work and its so effortless.

[Star Wolf]

A really emotional and powerful memory. A deep thread of sadness runs though this too, I think. A very compelling true life read.

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This is such a great read. I really appreciate the honesty you displayed in the writing. It was like peering into a window to your soul.