California dreaming “A woman like you”

May 30, 2014

A woman, like you.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be rebirth.

                      
A woman, like you

I was standing at a distance listening to you.

You were  speaking against hate and violence.

A voice so soft and kind.

It made me  stop to listen.

 

I looked at your beautiful face.

I tries to hide my desire for you.

To be able to look into your eyes.

And hold you close.

 

I make a fool’s wish to be sitting with you.

To be able to look into your  blue eyes at the ocean.

Listen to you talk about great dreams.

 

You spoke with confident.

Your  strong words were against hate and war.

Your smile and sweet voice create dreams and hope of peace

for the people listening.

 

You came to me. Whispered

” My lonely poet you came to hear me at the  demonstration.

Did you like and understand what I was trying to say.”

 

I told you. “Your words were logical and common sense. I felt hope listening to your

voice. Sometime all we have is hope and dreams.”

 

A sad smile overtook you.

You told me. “When the dreamers forget to dream. The people with strong hearts

forget to love. The kind and generous people forget to help. What will we become?

Just robots waiting for death.”

 

 

You wrapped your arms around me.

Gave me sweet kisses and pulled away.

You whisper “later my love.”

 

I stood alone at the Santa Cruz beach.

Thank the lord of life and death for a woman like you.

 

Bad dreams and wrong decisions led me to Santa Cruz on a sunny California day.

I was drinking and wasting my life.

 

You found me at a coffee shop on a cool spring day.

 You  sat at my table and asked me “What was I writing?

I told you poetry of a sort .

I gave you my journal to read .

 

I watched your eyes read my words for two hours.

You put the book down.

Told me “You are a poet my friend. Pain and sorrow are in your words.

Scream for calm and peace in your words. You must get published. Words of

love and peace must be poster for all to see.”

 

Your beautiful blue eyes stole my heart from the first moment.

Listening  to your dream and goals.

 

As we walk through the Santa Cruz street.

You took my hand.You whispered. ” I need  a friend and I can feel your loneliness.”

 

With the gift of a sweet kiss we bounded our two lives together.

 

As the sun fell into the sea.

You asked me to share your dreams

and not be afraid to stand against things wrong in this world.

 

I give a silence yes.

I know Angels are rare in a life.

I told you as long as you need me I will be there for you.

 

A woman, like you.

 

Can light up the night and day

and create dreams in a dead soul.

 

                                  Coyote

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