The Waltz

The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.

The waltz 


We were doing a waltz upon the beach.
 The waves were the orchestra.
 The wind was whispering a love song.


 I tossed her into a twirl.
 Brought her back to me.

 By the light of the moon.
 Two lovers danced the movement of freedom
 and celebrating being alive.


 We come back to the ocean after each journey.
 The ocean keeps our secrets.
 
The dancing waves are always waiting.


  She was as beautiful as when I first saw her
  and I held her like she was my last breath.


 Two shadows upon a naked beach.
Doing the dance of hope and freedom.
 
 The cold of winter is surrounding us.
We warm each other with laughter and dancing.


 Two friends, lovers  and travelers who come to celebrate being alive.
Peace for a moment for two people who love the road.


 We find each other at the end of our journeys.
Two wanderers in search of peace.

  I love you my beautiful  Beatrice

 
                   COYOTE    
                  1996
 

Author's Note

A old poem about a time when life was a wide open road.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a wonderful thought .. the waves were the orchestra .. tis true, tis really true, the sounds of water ripple and play on and on endlessly. This is such a warm romantic poem, John .. a time of specialness and the making of lasting memories. A beautiful phrase, 'She was as beautiful as when I first saw her ~ and I held her like she was my last breath.'

(Comments not getting through, so many thank yous for your review to me, John)

[Honeypot]

This was really beautiful! I especially loved the line "The ocean keeps our secrets". There is such a real gentleness in the poem that makes it breathtaking. Lucky Beatrice! :-)

[deeps]

This is wonderful I like this write alot it's wonderful and beuatiful. Very well written.

[Alisha Mark]

I like the piece, most definitely. I feel like there's no real flow to the piece and I am just reading a paragraph. My pet peeve is stanza's, or lack thereof in any case. And you have a 2-2 stanza form the whole way through. It's hard to establish where a complete thought connects to anything else because they're all long enough to just be a sentence and a fragment. More or less, this could be a great poem with some development.

[Hello, Goodbye]

Very beautiful, the honesty is refreshing to read and intake.