‘I remember you’


(A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. )

I remember you.
The summer days were long and
the splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.
The heat of hot Summer 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 for hours.
Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.
I would bring wine and bread.
You would bring the tequila.
You sipped the tequilaย  slowly out of the bottle and
we never wallows in old dreams.
We recanted great dreams.
We tried to tame the memory of the merciless rules of life.
You rested your body against me and we watched the Pacific.
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 told me.
“I am 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 who I’m.”
I kissed your lips,
brought you closer.
Our hands held tightly giving energy and hope for when two people find
the safety of love and friendship..


We wandered to Big Surf.
Sat by the River Inn small river.
The only noises were Alisa Fineman in the distance.
Singing words of hope and love and
the movement of the wind and river.


I told 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 an empty shell.
I must visualize,
go back to Monterey.
Listen to Alisa Fineman’s voice.
Find Where 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.


2 June 2009