I remember you.


 

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I remember you

(We can’t allow the small things to kill off all our hopes and dreams. Our children need to have something to reach for. If we fall down and give up. What will our children do?)

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.
Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.

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

We try 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 tell me.
I’m 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 whom I’m.

I kiss your lips.
Bring you closer.
Our hands tightly together.

The only noises is Alisa Fineman.
Singing words of hope and love.
The movement of the sea and wind.

I tell 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.
When 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

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