She was a diamond.
(True beauty is the things we do and reflex. If we hold hope and dreams. Sing songs of love and kindness. We can know real peace and give hope to many people.)
She was a diamond
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands.
20 Nov. 1994
The drunk man toasts to better days.
We touched shot glasses.
I asked him.
Did he ever see a woman who shone like a diamond?
So bright with hope and love.
She can bring you out of this hell?
My drunk friend just turns away.
I wander to a safe and quiet corner.
I remember her blue eyes.
Clear as a mountain stream.
Her flowing auburn hair.
Her beautiful smile that still can bring a smile back to me.
She was a baby in living.
I was soil with hate and disappointment.
Today I wonder why she came to me?
In a dark corner of a dancing Bar in Austin, Texas.
She came to me with a sweet smile.
She asks me. Could I two-step a-bit?.
I told her I do my best.
She talks my ears off.
I listen to her beautiful voice.
She was full of dreams and hope.
We became friends.
She taught me laughter.
Taught me to hope and dreams again.
She was a diamond in a life.
Brought me out of my self made hell.
I may of taught her to view the world with different eyes.
She stood her ground.
Held on to her dreams.
She is something today.
Educated and helping people.
I wish to stand at a distance.
Her life loaded with real problems now.
I have hope.
A few dreams.
Maybe one day I will look into those blue eyes.
Thank her for her kindness and love.
Women are the reasons for good men to hold on to dreams.
I held a diamond in my hand.
Her hope and love overtook my heart.