Dreams, wishes and whispers.

Beautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings.

                                  Dreams, wishes and whispers.

Old age make us ponder thoughts and decisions.
We travel back in time and
we wonder if we were kinder and more gentle.
Would true love not faded and became nightmares and sweet dreams?

Some faces haunt my dreams.
Open doors closed by life and poor decisions.
I whisper sweet names in secret dreams and hidden places.
Remembering sweet long warm kisses, laughter and being fearless in the emotion
of love.

I remember beautiful brown eyed and two people dancing on dangerous ground.
Going places where there was no safety wire or possibility of a happy ending.

I wished often in my life to be able to hold a memories and travel back in time.
To change the past and maybe allow true love to flourish and grow.
Not leave unanswered questions and desired bury deep in the mind and heart.

Whispers of sweet voices appear in my dreams.
Remembering the sweet taste of soft skin and swimming in the tender touches of
young and innocent love.

The passing of time.
Bring back the mystery and beauty of youth.
I would love to see my brown eyed beauty again.
I know we have travel to different places and made many decisions.
I wonder does she remember me?

I would tell my lost love.
"I should of held on tighter and fought to keep the love alive."
I know you can't go back in time.

All we have is.
Dreams, wishes and whispers.

                         Coyote
                       9 March 2013

Author's Note

Finally a new poem. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Tree]

I liked the tone of this, the humble and thoughtful way you trace back your steps. I see that in a lot of your work. There are so many questions we have about the beauty, and the cruelty of time. It is this very dichotomy that drives learned men and women to seek some semblance of an answer, to these perplexing questions. Remembrance is at the core of most of my work, too. And my intuition tells me that we are given the illusion of time and memory in order too reflect, and to learn. Grow our souls, right. I can not think of another reason why we would carry that burden....

A moving piece, Coyote

[Siliousneo]

wonderfully written poem, i know of these dreams wishes and whispers you speak of, sad but true

[@zeewhykay]

I absolutely love this. Everyone goes through those kind of emotions, but you described it in an entrancing manner, and in your own way. I fully understand the pain and anguish. Beautiful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this because it reminds me of my youth in the fifties and sixties....and of my first love...and what i wish sometimes i would have said or done differently.

[Coyote Poetry]

We all have memories left behind. Always we ponder different decisions. We wonder maybe we would of been in a different place? Thank you for the comment.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

This piece touched my heart...I've had some regrets in life and wish I could undo them as well...but all we're truly left with, in the end, are just dreams, wishes, and whispers...this is such a true piece, written from the heart...

[francis]

dear coyote,love the usage of words however i think more rhymes are needed

[Judas Hammer]

Glad to see you back in the saddle. Missed you on here. Very good piece you said all the thing I guess all us arm chair quaterback of life try to say. This was a prose time machine and I saw a couple and face too while I was reading it. Great piece....

[lee von cleef]

to hold "a" memory, or to hold memories,

Whispers, what a sweet word...time has made sound a ruff brush , a whisper calls focus soft let me hear, Share....
Ann '76 wagon-train across the U S A,Ann rafting the "Box" below Taos, Ann Watrous gamma grass promise,to wait,till we were 60,Ann Navy,Ann one of Thixton's Tasmanians ,Thixton a real Marine,A Woman like Ann He had never scene,Ann photographic mind, Ann first out of flight school,Ann young testosterone all-around,
Pensacola jets carrier bound,Ann another crossed over, Head on now gone....But the Canyon Box of my Mind opens as I near 60.

[MOON]

Poignant sentiments younger perhaps more careless and yet perhaps each choice has a lesson. Lovely write as usual.

[Kajal Gulabani]

Nice thoughts.. We can't go back in time but memories hit hard. Loved the title of your poem.. Spurs numerous vibes within.. Thanks for sharing.. Keep writing