A woman, like you.

Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be rebirth.

                      
      A woman, like you

I was standing at a distance listening to you.

You were  speaking against hate and violence.

A voice so soft and kind.

It made me  stop to listen.

I looked at your beautiful face.

I tries to hide my desire for you.

To be able to look into your eyes.

And hold you close.

I make a fool's wish to be sitting with you.

To be able to look into your  blue eyes at the ocean.

Listen to you talk about great dreams.

You spoke with confident.

Your  strong words were against hate and war.

Your smile and sweet voice create dreams and hope of peace

for the people listening.

You came to me. Whispered

" My lonely poet you came to hear me at the  demonstration.

Did you like and understand what I was trying to say."

I told you. "Your words were logical and common sense. I felt hope listening to your

voice. Sometime all we have is hope and dreams."

A sad smile overtook you.

You told me. "When the dreamers forget to dream. The people with strong hearts

forget to love. The kind and generous people forget to help. What will we become?

Just robots waiting for death."

You wrapped your arms around me.

Gave me sweet kisses and pulled away.

You whisper "later my love."

I stood alone at the Santa Cruz beach.

Thank the lord of life and death for a woman like you.

Bad dreams and wrong decisions led me to Santa Cruz on a sunny California day.

I was drinking and wasting my life.

You found me at a coffee shop on a cool spring day.

 You  sat at my table and asked me "What was I writing?

I told you poetry of a sort .

I gave you my journal to read .

I watched your eyes read my words for two hours.

You put the book down.

Told me "You are a poet my friend. Pain and sorrow are in your words.

Scream for calm and peace in your words. You must get published. Words of

love and peace must be poster for all to see."

Your beautiful blue eyes stole my heart from the first moment.

Listening  to your dream and goals.

As we walk through the Santa Cruz street.

You took my hand.You whispered. " I need  a friend and I can feel your loneliness."

With the gift of a sweet kiss we bounded our two lives together.

As the sun fell into the sea.

You asked me to share your dreams

and not be afraid to stand against things wrong in this world.

I give a silence yes.

I know Angels are rare in a life.

I told you as long as you need me I will be there for you.

A woman, like you.

Can light up the night and day

and create dreams in a dead soul.

                                  Coyote 

                         1994

Author's Note

A old poem. Was a gift for a Santa Cruz friend who taught me to leave the B.S behind and live for the coming day. Not the pain of yesterday.

Reviews

[Katie]

I trie(d) to hide my desire for you.

You spoke with confiden(ce).

Sometime(s) all we have is hope and dreams.

poste(d) for all to see.

I give a silen(t) yes.

Once again, a lot less grammar mistakes then you used to have. Excellent work. This is a very nice poem, well done!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Breathtaking!- This poem came to life and made me "fall in love"! Your words convey a powerful emotion so vividly... what an intoxicating read this is!... BEAUTIFUL!!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I feel empathy that is guiged towards no-one and everyone at the same time. Your un-biased abrasion to the outside world is nothing short of tempted exubernce and play acting, you alwasy capture my mind, time and time again, well done, great read.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

What can I say? Your poems make me cry & smile. So lovely poem and you're talented. I read your words my heart with full of respect & love. These persons who you write about they have really affect your life, we meet many people on our journey, and someone may be a significant part of our lives, even though we knew they just one small moment.

Well done!

[Amanda Dawn Sanderson-G..]

"When the dreamers forget to dream. The people with strong hearts
forget to love. The kind and generous people forget to help. What will we become?
Just robots waiting for death." These lines took my breath away and I absolutely loved every line of your words, that held a lot of truth and great meaning behind them all. You are a talented writer and have a way with words and thank God for a friend like that, to keep you going. I dream those same dreams and I fight that same fight and it's nice to know that you are never alone... never. Soon God will bless us and our goals will be achieve and life can be better for many people and a lot more souls can be saved. One day we will have a small piece of earth that holds peace and a great number of people can share it and find beauty in life and forget all that stood in our way. "Live for the coming day, not the pain of yesterday." Thank you for sharing this with me, it was beautiful.

[Dakota]

Your work is always so full of raw, pure emotion; and quite often great wisdom and enduring lessons as well. Another great piece Coyote.

[Misty Blue Eyes]

she is an amazing woman

[JanuaryDreamer♥]

Wow :) a very amazing poem Coyote! Lots of emotion in this! I enjoyed reading it!! Loved it!
~gabby

[Peony]

Wonderfully put! Motivation can be a powerful tool, when used for the right reasons.

[Sofea]

Beautiful poem :') You really have such flair in writing good poetry. Truly enjoyed reading this. Excellent piece of writing.
Take care,
Sofea