My beautiful Beatrice.
English: Picture of San Francisco at Sunset. Français : San Francisco au coucher du soleil. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My beautiful Beatrice.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky in love and life.
My brown-eyed girl. We danced on every beach from Big Surf to San Francisco.
I remember drinking beer, laughter and dancing in the lights of San Francisco.
Sweet Beatrice held no fear of celebrating life and making every moment come alive.I watched her dance on the Monterey Bay beach. She danced around me. Her hair flowing in the gentle Spring breeze. Her laughter overtook me and I joined in the dance.
I told her we have joined the people. Who shared love and laughter with the spirit of the sea. The sea hold a million secrets of love lost and gain.
She brought me closer. She whispered. “Better have lived on the edge and challenged every moment. No safe shelters. We can’t surrender to the rules. Never know when this is the last dance, the last chance for happiness.”
Beautiful Beatrice made no promises. She was in California for three months. My good friend send her to me. He told me. You are the only one crazy enough to keep her happy and busy. (Was his wife sister)
I remember the tender kisses, her soft hand holding my hand tightly as we roamed the seaside cities and beaches. She taught me. Real gifts are given without require payment. . Real love is given without fear.
It was a full moon night. The ocean was dancing on the shore and the breeze was whispering a song of a lover past. A song to rebirth joy and laughter. To show us the way to freedom and great dreams.
Beatrice was leaving in the morning. She promise letters to keep our hope and love alive. I held her till the sun rose from the east. I told her. “I ‘m not sad. I have held a kind woman and we danced upon the sea and the streets of the old cities with me. Taught me love is good and not to be held down. I will have you always in my heart and sweet dreams.”
Beatrice kissed me good-bye. I knew I would never see her again. A wild heart can’t be held down.
In life. It is rare for two strangers with the same want of the journey and wandering heart to find each other.
I was thankful for my muse of joy and happiness.
I looked at the sky. It was the first star. I made a wish. I wish to find a fearless woman to dance upon lonely beaches, who want the long highway and the mystery to be seen and learn.
I love you my Beatrice.
Coyote
Beautiful writing John, heartfelt words.
Thank you for the comment. Old memories can make us smile when old age allowed us to wander back in time.
Simply Beautiful
Love is a wondeful thing 
I agree. Thank you for the comment.
Beautiful I hope it finds its way to her
heart felt, beautiful poem John
Thank you Leisa for the comment. Good memories become gold with time.
They certainly do
Wonderful writing John. Hope all is well for you.
Thank you John for the comment. I need a long coastline vacation. East or West side would be good for me.
…It was a full moon night. The ocean was dancing on the shore and the breeze was whispering a song of a lover past. A song to rebirth joy and laughter. To show us the way to freedom and great dreams… I loved this line the most, both beautiful and inspiring.
Thank you Sarah for the comment. Good to be young and unafraid of tomorrow.
Ah, if only.
Very beautiful indeed, John! My new address is http://shakeyourtailfeather.wordpress.com/.
This is so beautiful John… Hope you run into her again… quite a girl!
Was a long time ago. She did well in Italy and I went on to having four children and a Grandpa today. I teach the young people. Travel and have some fun before you must work for 50 years. Thank you for the comment.
Real love is given without fear. Beautiful words capturing the moments so well.
I like my time in Monterey. Most people were on vacation. More open to having fun and enjoying life. Thank you for the comment.