Close my eyes

Some words.

                             Close my eyes

My rock and roll lady,

we were rage, hate and anger,

we were going to be great storms,

we had youth as our wealth and we loved the night.

Once we were the brave ones,

we escape to California.

We danced with the sea,

drank the tequila dried and we had enough.

We forgot to obey the call to love,

we forgot the dreams of youth,

we fell into the s**t of living.

Now mistress night bring your face to me,

now deadly midnight hour,

make dead man living,

wish and pray for you my rock and roll lady.

We had the songs, we had the California dream.

Now sleeping man is awaken again.

He hear the cry of the sea,

he hear the words in the song.

Now the dark Poet sit alone,

the tequila half gone in his hands and he whispered to the Pacific.

I loved a woman once and she loved me so.

So damn sad,

we can have everything and

everything wasn't enough.

                                  Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Words.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

awwwww so sad the wisdom that comes to late in love :( really like this:
"we were going to be great storms," and this:
"we fell into the s**t of living." ...... harsh truth leaves body rash sometimes ... what a sad passionate nitty gritty poem sir!
E.
ps. was Ozzie really ever that young?!!!! :))))))))))

[Coyote Poetry]

We were all, young once. I liked how he used his voice in this song. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Fran Marie]

We danced with the sea ..
love that and rock and roll
lady..only then to get caught up in the s**t of living..so true how that just seems to happen..and before you realize it..there you are..alone and wishing for the sea and the once magical days of bygone years..

nice work as alwsys

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Fran. Life can steal our dreams. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Melinda McQueen]

What true and sad words. Filled with emotion.
Love and loss.

Now mistress night bring your face to me,
now deadly midnight hour,
make dead man living,
wish and pray for you my rock and roll lady"

Love the whole poem..
Nicely written!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Melinda for reading and comment. I appreciate the comment.

[R.E. Ray]

Coyote, this is so much more than a poem. This is a masterful painting, a man reflecting, perhaps half-drunk, overlooking the Pacific at midnight, listening to Ozzy and Lita (an amazing performance here), wondering how he allowed "the s**t of living" to wash away the love of his life.

This is a tragic story, but a valuable lesson about how easily we can lose focus of what's truly important... love and especially the love of another. "Everything" isn't enough without the love of your life. An incredible work, sir.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the kind words. Two greats performers on stage, they make me want to write.

[R.E. Ray]

You're welcome. And, yes they're two of the great ones.

[Perdition]

Being "rage hate and anger" takes a lifetime...it is a serious walk...a great line. The only great anger I hold to this day is with indifference in self, "we got a thing going on". Loved Ozzy coupled with the "dark Poet". and he "freaking remembered" ..Yet another great howl from the soul. I was spared my own by remembering how the walk of two must begin with one. Thanks for the read~

[Coyote Poetry]

Ozzie did remember. He was amazing and thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Beccy]

Even with our eyes wide open, we often fail to see the wood for the trees. It's very human, as is the broken heart of lost dreams.

Beccy.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Beccy. We must make time to enjoy the morning sun, the evening rising moon. We must make time for small talk and holding hand with our love. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[DIVYA]

The last line sums up the sadness and regret so well. Everything wasn’t enough. I relate so well with your words here.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Divya. We learn too late. We had what we needed and we didn't know.

[wordman]

seems when we are young we think we will have it all,reality is we never have enough
i think we all can feel this moment

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes, you are right my friend. I do believe, we land where we suppose to. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[wordman]

you`re welcome john