The story sea

October 22, 2017

The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive.                         The stormy sea The beauty of the Monterey bay. Leave us feeling peaceful and thankful. The Poets read at the Pacific Grove coffee shop tonight. The 20 or so people enjoy hearing the words of the Poet’s willing to share their words. Six Poets old and young after the reading share some wine and beer on the cliffs of Pacific Groves. The cliffs are amazing. Can see for miles the powerful Pacific ocean. In the daytime. Whales swim by in the distance. I’m 34 years old. I feel like a century in age. Young girl sit at my feet. She read poetry of suicide and cutting. I read my poetry of my brothers. killed by their own hands. She is holding my hand. She told me life has become a useless journey. 25 years old. Condemn to sadness and destitute by bad decisions. I try to dilute her pain and affliction with stories of possibilities and a new day. We walked the beach of Monterey. We watched the waves dance upon the shore. The melody of the breezes whispered secrets of Lovers who walk before us. Only the ocean and the moon know the secret of passion and sadness hidden safely away. I watch her run into the cold ocean water. Her red silk dress and bare feet getting wet by the nightly tide. Her long brown hair flowing in the wind. She was so beautiful. She asked me. Her blue eyes searching my eyes. Would you stay with me? Then smiles. I wrote a poem for you. Open the door to my heart. Night has fallen. Let’s ascend slowly. Dance with me under the Monterey moon. Let’s remove the barricade of disappointment. Even if we are just a mirage. Please entice my heart to come alive. I told her. I blundered and betrayed many in the emotion of love. You are exquisite and so beautiful. Your kiss would be an elixir to open my heart. She smiled and pull me up. She brought her warm body against me and we dance the waltz of dreams and hope near the sea. The music of the waves are our orchestral. The wind whispered a sweet love song. She begin with gentle and sweet kiss. Her body tremble with fear as her wall of fear begins to fall apart. Longer and sweeter kisses lead us to opening new dreams. The light of morning. Two strangers. Now friends. Open new doors to emotion and love. Her eyes are bright and hopeful. She asked me is it too late to know love? To swim in the real passion and desire? I smiled and brought her close. I told her. We must rise from the ash and asphalt. I have tasted your sweet lips. Now neither night or sleep will keep me from trying to bring joy and laughter into your life. My sweet and sad Poet. I want your dreams to  flourish to hope and great possibility. I whispered. Love take time and kindness. Coyote 1 August 2009 / © 2010 Coyote Poetry

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