Stormy sea


Stormy sea

The beauty of the Monterey bay,
left us feeling peaceful and thankful.

The Poets read at the Pacific Grove coffee shop tonight.
The 20 or so people enjoyed 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,
you can see the whales swimming by in the distance sea.

I’m 34 years old,
I feel like a century in age.
Young girl sat at my feet.
She read poetry of suicide and cutting.
I read my poetry of my brothers,
killed by their own hands.

She held my hand,
she told me life has become a useless journey,
25 years old, condemned 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 watched her run into the cold ocean water,
her red silk dress and bare feet,
her long brown hair flowing in the wind.
So beautiful.

She asked me,
her blue eyes searched my eyes.
Would you stay with me? Then she smiled and she whispered.
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 pulled me up,
she brought her warm body against me.
We danced the waltz of dreams and hope,
the music of the moving waves are our orchestral and
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.
Opened 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 the 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, concern and kindness.

1 August 2009